#canon fuckin' complaint

[pollyna]

10 times Bradley spends a happy Father's Day, making out presents for Goose, than for Mav and for Ice, plus three times it was the worst day of the year (the first one without Goose, the first one after Mav pulls his paper and the one after Ice's death).

[rancidrubysoho]

i feel nothing but neverending sympathy for basically everyone involved with Homestuck Beyond Canon. if you put me in a situation where a major, controversial plot point of my story was revealed through a fan-contest YEARS before it was actually going to be put into motion, and then i had to deal with people whinging and whining and complaining about it non-stop for YEARS despite the fact that it hasn't actually happened yet and they have no idea what i'm actually going to do with that plot point, i'd kill everyone in the room and then myself.

it's one thing to not like where the story's gone thus far, to be disinterested in post-canon, etc etc etc. totally fair. but holy shit can Homestuck fans realize that complaining about plot beats that HAVEN'T HAPPENED YET is fucking stupid??? you have no idea what's going to happen! you don't! you don't know how this story is going to go! you have your headcanons and theories and your wish-list of shit but you don't know the future and acting like you do is fucking stupid!!!! either let the story be told and save your bitching for when you actually HAVE something to bitch about, or just stop reading and posting about the comic you don't like!!!!!!!!

[royalreef]

@chaosmultiverse​ inquired: You pretty much took one look at canon and went: I can do better. AND THEN YOU DID, Miri has such cool and solid lore, it earnestly feels like she's already lived a lot of life even at the start thread universes and like she has so much history but it doesn't get overwhelming. How’s my portrayal? - Accepting

[moonlight1110]

Crawling back to you

ex-boyfriend!Ghost x Reader ; (Late) Valentines Special ;)

Your ex-boyfriend who comes banging at your door in the middle of the night. He desperately wants you back, and when he invites himself in, is there really nothing else you can do?

Tags: afab!reader, p in v, smut, nsfw, vaginal sex, rough sex (kinda idk), mating press, pathetic!Simon, far from canon simon, i write with badjhur's voice in my ear, not propfread, proofread anyway BC I hate typos

Notes: planned on writing something for valentines but uni fucked me sideways so im posting today <3

"What the hell..." You jump as three hard knocks come from your door, almost as if the person on the other side was just a second away from breaking it down.

You didn't need to go through your mental library to know who it was, you knew exactly who was at your door at this ungodly hour because who else in their right mind would show up uninvited except him.

With a grunt, you roll off of bed and trudge to your front door. A heavy feeling pressing down on your chest as you got closer and closer to the door, you contemplated if opening it was even a good option, but knowing who was on the other side, choosing to ignore him was going to be a poor decision on your part.

With an tired sigh, you grabbed the door knob, squeezing it as doubts ran through your mind, but you are snapped out of it when he knocks, even harder than before.

"What are you doing?!" You ask, trying not to scream at him to avoid receiving another noise complaint from your overbearing neighbors when you opened the door slightly to peek out the small crack of it. Standing on the other side was someone you knew all too well.

"Let me in" his voice was low as he looked down at you, dark eyes staring at you from the opening of his balaclava. "Please..." He took a step forward, placing a hand on your door, but you stayed firm. "Simon, you can't just come here in the middle of the night and expect me to let you in" you argued, hardening the hand that was holding your door.

"I miss you, baby, come on..." He pushed the door slightly, you knew you wouldn't stand a chance even if you tried your hardest to shut the door. With how strong and large Simon was, trying to fight back against him was next to impossible.

"Simon, please..." You looked at him, brows furrowing. However, even at your attempts to stand by your decision, there was a part of you that wanted him to just push your door open... An unexplainable feeling, you thought.

"Take me back... I'll do anything" He sounded desperate, his voice sounded unlike the person you thought you knew, he sounded hurt, vulnerable, not like the usual stone cold and stoic Ghost you knew.

"You broke up with me remember... You can't just go back on that when you want to" your expression hardened in contrast to his which softened as he looked into your eyes. He regretted it, deeply.

"I did, I know that but I didn't know I would be making the biggest mistake of my life, love..." He steps closer, pushing your door open just a bit again. "Don't call me that... Just don't" you shake your head in disapproval but that small part of you just misses the way he called you that, how it rolled off his tongue like honey, you missed it.

"Just let me in, let's talk... I miss you" the last part comes out as a mumbled plea as he pushes your door open finally, stepping inside like he never left. Those three words just made you want to jump over the boundaries you so desperately tried to build up, but all you could do was step aside and let him in, there was no point in fighting him.

"What's there left to talk about, Simon?" You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest as Simon removed his shoes, it looked so familiar next to yours...

"I want you back, I can't fuckin' live without you..." His brows knit together as he looks down at you, reaching out but you step back with a disapproving look. "Then why did you end it in the first place if you were just gonna come back to me anyway..." Your hands fall to your sides with a defeated sigh leaving your lips.

"I told you, it was the distance, my work... I thought breaking up with you would be the best choice for the both f'us..." Ignoring your attempts at creating space between you, he steps closer, caging you between his arms as he leaned against the wall, effectively trapping you under him.

"I was wrong, baby... So fuckin' wrong..." he whispered, his eyes silently pleading for your to just listen. He leaned forward so close you could feel his hot breath even through the fabric of his balaclava.

"I didn't even want to leave you..." You started, your face scrunching as you remembered the events that happened the day he cut things off between the two of you. "You made up so many reasons, so many excuses... You put words in my mouth..." You looked away, feeling your chest tighten again at the recollection of your memories together. It hurt to bring up and remember but with seeing Simon standing in front of you again, it was impossible to push those thoughts away.

"I know, I know..." He took your chin inbetween his index and thumb, willing you to look back at him. His expression was one of guilt and desperation, that much was clear with the way he was looking at you.

"But I can't stand another day without you, been regretting that decision every fuckin' day, love..." He leans in, snaking a hand around your waist. You want to pull away, to push him off and tell him to fuck off from you forever but you don't, you just cant find it in you to push him away when all you wanted was to be with him.

"Those months away from you felt like an eternity, don't wanna feel that anymore..." He pulls you closer, holding you tightly against his chest with his nose now inhaling the scent of your hair from the crook of your neck.

"We can't... This is the type of shit that complicates things, Simon..." you place your hands on his chest as if you even wanna push him off you. "I don't care..." He groans and pulls his balaclava off, breathing against your neck. It makes you squirm the way his hands are travelling down now, you missed it more than you were willingly to openly admit to him anyway, but that's no issue for how your body is responding.

"Fuck if it means we'll get complicated, I need you back..." He kisses at your neck, still familiar with all the spots that just made you melt. "Can't be away from you for another fuckin' day, baby..." He groans, pinning you against the wall by your hips, grinding a knee to your clothed cunt.

"Just say the word and I'll leave..." He groans, giving your throat a good lick all the way to your collarbone as his hands found your ass, kneading like he owned it. "I'll leave and I'll never come back, I won't bother you... But y'need to tell me..." His lips drag along your shoulder as he pulls you closer on his thigh, "Tell me... Tell me y'never wanna see me again, push me away..." He mumbles against the side of your neck.

Your breath hitches in your throat with the way he was talking to you, you knew Simon was a man who was true to his word and once you'd tell him to leave, he would.

"C'mon..." he retracts from your neck and pulls back to look you in the eyes, his brows are furrowed and his eyes are blown out as his eyes flicker over your features like he's trying to memorize every single detail before you told him to leave.

"I..." you scramble to find the words, you wanna tell him to leave but you also want him to stay, you two didn't even end on that much of a bad note, it was a misunderstanding, a poor decision which was made in the heat of the moment...

"Don't leave..." You give in to your emotions, just seeing Simon again after your breakup hurt like hell, but god would you curse yourself if you allowed him to leave again... You couldn't take that, seeing him walk out again, leaving you for the second time.

"Fuck..." He groans as he connects your lips, his hands are pulling at you and pinning you against the wall. It's a passionate and desperate kiss from him, which you return with your own, full of want and the same desperation you craved would be quenched for such a long time. No one did it like him, no one ever loved you like Simon Riley ever did.

Your arms find his neck as your head tilts, allowing Simon to push his tongue past your lips. He doesn't let up, doesn't get up for air, he just fucking wants you, wants to take you right then and there with how much he misses you.

His hands cup your ass as he lifts you up against the all and you wrap your legs around his torso as he finally pulls away from the kiss. "I need you, baby... Fuckin' missed you too much..." he practically growled as he sucked on your neck, walking to your bedroom.

"Simon, calm down..." You mumbled as he set you down on the bed, you could feel how rapidly his heart was beating but that only made him chuckle. "Can't calm down when I have you in my arms again, love" He stared down at you as he leaned back up, removing his shirt quickly.

"Missed you so much..." He whispered against your ear when he dove back down, making space for himself between your legs as he hovered on top of you with his arms on either side of your head. "Missed the way you feel around me..." He hummed while his hands trailed down your waist, to your hips, then just above the hem of your flimsy sleeping shorts.

"Did y'think 'bout me too? hm?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your jaw as his hand travelled under your shorts, his middle finger now circling on your wet clit through your panties. You didn't notice how you ruined your underwear until you felt how slick and uncomfortable it was when Simon pressed harder against your clit.

"Yeah... I did..." you whispered breathily, back arching at the feeling of Simon's thick fingers pleasuring you. He smirks, taking the opportunity to kiss and suck at your neck. "Mmm... Yeah?" He chuckles against your throat, parting your slick covered panties to the side to finally tease at your wet pussy.

"Fuck baby... She missed me didn't she?" he laughs, looking down at the way his hand moved from under your shorts. "Fuckin' pussy missed me too, huh?" He chuckles, as he pushes his thick finger inside you, making you gasp and grip at his arm.

"Simon!" you shut your eyes, back arching as he pressed gentle kisses against your throat. "Relax baby... need to prepare you again, been too long since I've fucked this pretty little pussy..." He coos, adding another finger to stretch you out, curling them so deliciously inside you.

"Fuck... I-" you whimper, sucking in a breath as he finds that spot inside you that just makes you break, he still knows of course, knows every single spot and every single way to make you crumble and submit to him. "I'm gonna cum, Si..." You whisper breathlessly, hands shaking around Simon's arm weakly.

Simon doesn't say anything except give you a cruel chuckle when he waits for the perfect time, just when you're about to cum to take his fingers out and it makes you shoot him a nasty glare. "Why did you do that?!" You whined, but your voice weakens at the sight of the hard bulge under his pants.

"Don't want you cummin' on anything but my cock tonight, love..." he chuckles dangerously, sitting on his knees to unbuckle his pants. He looks down at you with a hunger in his eyes, licking his lips as he finally rolls the zipper down. "C'mon, don't just stare" He smirks, snapping you out of your trance. "Right..." you blink, moving closer to him.

"Good..." he praises as he watches you tug his pants and boxers down together and tossing it down the side of the bed. "Fuck..." He hisses when he's finally free, his dick rock hard and heavy, twitching as beads of precum roll down from the tip. Your breathing quickens when you see it, it's bigger than you remember, thick and running with veins you wish you could memorize.

"On your back..." Simon commands, his voice low as he wraps a hand around his shaft to stroke his dick slowly. "But..." you look into his eyes but he shakes his head with a mean smirk when he looks at you. "As much as I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours, that's gonna have to wait another time" He chuckles, pushing you down on your back by your shoulder.

"I need t'fuck you, baby... Need t'feel you 'round my dick again..." he growls, watching the way your face is flushed and your legs are spread out on either side of his torso. He strokes his dick in his hands as he hums, using his free hand to slide your shorts and panties over your legs, throwing it with his pants.

"Fuckin' hell..." he groans when his eyes finally see your bare pussy, your clit twitching and your entrance clenching around nothing. It makes him fist his cock harder as he runs his free hand down your stomach, his thumb finding your clit and rolling it down in little circles.

"Stop teasing..." you say through gritted teeth as one of your hands grip the sheets under you and the other pressed against Simon's chest. "M'not teasing" He chuckles, tapping his dick on your clit a few times. "Just shut up and fuck me already, Simon..." You whine, slapping his chest pathetically.

"Gettin' feisty now, eh?" he laughs lowly as a low satisfied rumble comes from deep in his throat when he grinds his cock against your pussy, letting it catch your slick. "Need to take it slow, love... I don't wanna hurt you" Simon groans, aligning his tip with your entrance.

"Oh... god-" you breathe out matched with a long moan from Simon as pushes the tip in. It makes a lewd, sort of wet sound when he enters you. It makes your head spin in the way it makes Simon throw his head back as he pushes deeper until he's completely inside you with a hard thrust.

He rolls his thumb over your clit, waiting for your breath to steady. "Doin' so good, baby... Taking me so well..." He coos, pressing on your clit as his eyes narrow on the sight of your body, all hot just for him. "M-move, Si..." You whimper out, closing your eyes tightly and adjusting to the feel of Simon inside you again after so long.

Simon hums while he rolled his hips, slowly thrusting his cock in and out. It's slow so he can let you adjust, help you remember how good he stretches you out that it makes you all dumb and pliable for him. "Mmm, yeah... Feels so good, love" he grunts, his hips moving just a tad bit faster.

He thrusts all the way to the hilt every single time, and it feels like he goes deeper and deeper with every thrust he gives you. He squeezes at your thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he parts your legs even more, putting you in a mating press.

It makes you whimper the way you're starting to feel the slight pain of Simon's body pressed right into you. He's like an animal now, fucking you in such a primal way when he growls in your ear, encouraged by the delicious moans you give him and how you squirm and say his name in your breathy, fucked out voice.

"That's it, taking me like such a good fuckin' girl" He chuckles, driving his hips harder, the sound of his skin slapping against your cunt almost drives you crazy. He leans up, letting your legs rest as he massages them gently, a sharp juxtaposition from how hard he's fucking your weeping cunt.

"Needed this so bad, baby..." He groans, pulling your legs around his torso as he leans down to kiss at your neck. You can hear him mumbling sweet little nothings in your ear as his hands grip at your thighs and the soft skin of your waist.

"Tell me y'missed me... I wanna hear it" He mumbles against your neck, moaning lowly. He sounded so calm and so gentle yet the way his cock was filling you up and stretching you out so good was far from gentle. "Tell me y'missed this dick, baby, c'mon..." He hums, his hand travelling up to play with your tits.

"I-I mis-" You started, but the way Simon was fucking you so good made your head spin you couldn't even string a proper sentence together. He laughed, grazing his teeth over the skin of your shoulder, "Awe can't even speak anymore?" He teases, slowing his hips down and it makes you groan in disapproval.

"Why'd you slow down..." you whine, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. "Wanna hear you say you missed me first" He chuckled. It was bad enough that he slowed down, but it's even worse when he pulls out and looks down at you with a cruel smirk, stroking the cock that was supposed to be making you cum.

"Tell me how bad you missed me, baby, you can do it" He laughs lowly and he doesn't look away from you as he fists his cock to the look of pleasure on your face.

"I-I missed you Simon, so much-" you moaned out desperately as your pussy clenched on nothing. You were ready to beg for his cock again if he needed you to but you didn't have to worry for long when he turned you around, stuffing your pussy with his fat cock from behind.

"Good girl... Such a good fuckin' girl, aren't ya?" His words are so dirty it makes you tighten around him with a stifled moan as he fucks you fast and deep, not giving you a chance to adjust to the new angle he's pounding you in.

You can't respond and all you can even do is moan and take Simon's hard dick stuffing you over and over again. It doesn't take long for you to feel that tight knot forming in your stomach and Simon can feel it too from the way you're starting to tighten around him.

"Gonna cum, baby?" He asks you with a drawn out hum as he kneads your ass, watching the way it jiggles with every thrust.

You nod, moaning into your pillows as you clawed at the sheets. "Cum for me then... Cum on my dick..." He coos, pushing your hips down to give himself a better view of your ass. Your arms give out and you're practically being fucked into the bed.

Simon chuckles, taking your wrists and pulling them towards him suddenly. It makes you gasp when you feel the pressure building in your shoulders when Simon tightens his grip on your wrists.

"Si... M'close..." Your voice comes out choked out and broken, spiking up every time he bullies his cock harshly inside you and makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Don't need to tell me baby, just cum f'me..." He mutters breathlessly, now holding your wrists behind your back with one hand as the other lands a harsh slap to your ass, making you whimper.

You gasp as tears rolled down your cheeks from how overwhelmed you were. "Simon... Simon..." your voice shakes as you struggle against his grip on your wrists. "Do it baby, cum for me..." He hums, giving your ass a loving squeeze.

You dig your nails into the sheets when you finally feel that knot in your stomach unravel, you feel tingly all over as you cum on Simon's cock with a loud moan of his name. It makes you whine when he doesn't stop, chasing his orgasm now when he feels your pussy tighten around him so good.

"Fuck baby... That's it, that's it..." His groan turns into a drawn out moan as he throws his head back. With the way you were clenching down on him, it made him sloppy.

Simon was sounding whiny now while he chased his high. His hands were squeezing your hips as he held you down and fucked you harder into the bed. He was babbling now, about how good you felt and how you were such a good girl. All for him.

"Feel's so good, lovie... Let me cum inside, please?" He whined through gritted teeth, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. "Please let me cum inside? Please, baby... Please..." He moans into your skin desperately, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder.

"Yes... Yes, inside..." You nod desperately, feeling overstimulated after just coming down from your high and now being used by Simon to chase his own climax.

"Oh fuck..." His voice shakes as he cums inside you, painting your walls white with his cum as he gives you a few more hard thrusts to make sure you take all of it.

"Thank you, love... Thank you" he whispers after some time had passed, giving your hips an appreciative squeeze as he slowly pulled out of you. You whined when he finally pulled out, leaving you breathless as you felt his hot cum drip from your pussy to your clit.

"So beautiful..." Simon whispers as he lays beside you, pulling you close to him in a warm hug with your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around his waist and means his head down on your shoulder to give you gentle kisses.

"I love you..." He whispered close to your ear as his hands caressed your body soothingly. You hummed in content as you relaxed in his arms and allowed yourself to move a bit closer.

"I love you too..." You say quietly, rubbing his arms which were wrapped around you. Simon hums and kisses your hair, lingering there to take in your scent. "I won't leave again... I promise" he mumbles against your hair, his arms tightening around you ever so slightly.

You nod, looking over your shoulder to give him a warm smile, you were too tired and spent to talk but you knew Simon would be able to know what you were thinking just by looking into your eyes.

He chuckles and presses a soft kiss to your lips briefly. "And you know what's funny?" He laughed softly, raising a hand to caress your cheek, "It's Valentine's day" he looked over to the window and you followed his eyes.

The sun was starting to rise and it made you scoff that Simon really came back to you at the perfect timing.

"We're staying in, that's for sure" you laughed quietly, feeling your eyelids grow heavy as sleep slowly overtook you, but you didn't feel lonely anymore. Simon was back, and he knew he would never leave again.

[astralnymphh]

MR KRABS I HAVE AN IDDEEAAAAAA

yk when after u smash its sometimes hard to pee bc ur muscles are all twitchy and shit (pls tell me this is normal or i’ll go see a doctor rn) but imagine ellie’s proud ass sitting next to u holding ur hand or smth while ur tryna pee and this bitch is just so proud of herself cuz she gave u such good head that u forget how to pee

a/n: no i get this.. honestly, it's kinda silly kinda canon girlfriend!ellie kinda funsies.. maybe she isn't holding your hand, but hold on, let me cook i can turn this into something sweet/fluffy and smutty.. mdni. Not a piss kink blurb ♥

there definitely is a moment of pride in her face. ellie is always insecure on whether or not she is a good partner in bed, so honestly, something like this affirms it. just the little complaints that roll off your whispered chuckles while she freshens up at the sink, smile full of toothpaste, makes her night. mutual aftercare.

“can't fuckin piss, thanks to you.” the grouching would be heartfelt, said with a tired air around you. this sort of talk is normal: blaming each other sweetly.

ellie presses her lips into an involuntary line, toothbrush sticking out. she feels pumped, prideful and reassured. giving you head had to be up there with her other cherished pastimes. god, it might just be an art form! how the phenomenon sticks to her mind: the movements, the taste, the feel, the smile she let out face-deep in your pussy as you came. easing your whimpers through the brink, doing slow, full circles with your thumping clit and her tongue. hearing you complain now amused her.

“but it's a good thing, though, right?” ellie proposes. sure, it must be annoying, but to her it was an aftereffect—a celebrated symptomn. much like the sudden fasten of legs when she hits that delicious spot with her stuffed digits, the trickles down her chin, the impulse to wag her face in it. damn, ellie must be good at it. “means i don't.. totally suck at sex?” she has to laugh at herself; this felt cocky.

confounded breath blows from your nose. you crinkle up. “who said you did?”

she taps her toothbrush against the porcelain. “nobody,” she admits softly. this girl is full of giggles. “though, i can't promise you that it won't happen again.” the joke wedges in smoothly. it makes you snap that age-old glare and swing your foot over to push her ankle disapprovingly. the air becomes laughs.

“idiot.”

[callmeleobaby]

Taunting.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! 18+

TW: adopted-cest, CNC, Vaginal sex, oral (f) receiving, breeding, degrading, and tw definitely not canon Draco.

Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader SMUT

How could he possibly ignore her when she was practically begging to be looked at? Draco's thoughts plagued him, his family surrounded the table as they all listened to the Dark Lord spew his thoughts & rants though Draco never listened.

His eyes remained on the pretty Y/N, his little ‘sister’ Though she was adopted years ago, they still insisted that she was his sister. Draco didn't mind, he didn't mind at all that he got to watch the girl prance around their home in scald clothing. Almost teasing Draco, asking how much self-control did he have. He could barely focus then, now that she was dressed in that pretty little dress that showed off her perfect little waist, Merlin couldn't help him now.

Draco stare bored holes into Y/N’s head, she turned her eyes from Voldermort to her brother, who just smirked at her, giving her a small wink. Y/N smiled slightly at him, and Draco knew he needed to get that dress off of her. The thought of her staring at him with those pretty little eyes made him strain against his black pants, he quietly got up. Excusing himself, he looked at Y/N almost signaling her, and what a smart girl she was. She quickly stood and gracefully excused herself as well.

Draco quickly rushed upstairs, followed by Y/N. The two made it upstairs, the corridors were cold and dark. As Y/N was about to inquire about what was wrong, Draco pushed her up against the wall, breathing her in.

Y/N let out a meek noise, trapped between the wall and Draco’s body. He smelt like an expensive cologne, he looked down at her as she didn't dare make eye contact with him.

“What… are you doing?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Draco’s hand went to her hip, pressing himself onto her lower stomach.

Draco chuckled darkly, “Are you really shocked, darling?” His voice seemed more strained than normal, “Walking around in that, you're practically begging for it.” He raised his hand to her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I’m talking to you, Y/N, look at me when I do.” His voice was low, almost venomous.

“How rude.” Y/N softly muttered, her hands on his chest, slightly pushing him off. “You dare speak to me like that? You’re my brother for Merlin sake.”

Draco’s hand that lay on her thigh slowly went up, ignoring her complaints. His icy eyes filled with lust, his mouth slightly agape as he touched her panties.

“Merlin, Y/N, how could you be mad at me when you're dripping? Such a pervert.” Draco laughed, Y/N blushed trying to push him off.

Y/N used her strength to completely get him off. “I’ll scream for Father, get away from me!” She whispered-yelled, quickly walking back down the stairs before she took the second step down, Draco grabbed her wrist roughly.

He quickly pushed her down to the floor, holding her mouth, straddling her. “You’ll enjoy this, trust me.” Draco left his pale hand on her mouth, the other hand fumbling with his suit pants. Though, Y/N was a force to be reckoned with. Biting his hand roughly. Draco gasped, pulling his hand away quickly, Y/N didn't scream though, as he examined his hands. “Little bitch!” He slapped her, not hard but not exactly light. Y/N quickly teared up, her cheek a bit red.

“I hate you!” Y/N attempted to wiggle from under him. Draco rolled his eyes, his sly hand going under her dress. Ripping her underwear off, Y/N gasped at that and her face turned red with anger. “I swear to Merlin, I’ll scream!”

“Yet you haven't.” Pulling his throbbing cock out, “I was willing to go to my bedroom, make this a bit more comfortable for you.” Draco pumped himself a few times; looking down at her body. Y/N eyes widened at the view she had, clenching her thighs shut. “But, you don't deserve that, fuckin’ bitch.” With that, in one fluid motion, Draco thrusted deeply into her.

Y/N cried out, Draco quickly hushed her with a harsh slap. The warmth of her pussy made him melt and the tightness of it was basically milking him. Draco couldn't help but moan, grabbing her hair as his eyes closed. He couldn't help but give it another thrust, and another until the sound of slapping was filing the corridor.

Y/N didn't want to give in, didn't want to admit defeat but a hefty whine left her lips as he rubbed her clit. Draco felt proud of himself, “Slut, enjoying your brother's cock, yeah?”

Y/N didn't answer as she used her legs to push him deep inside of her, “Want me to fill you up, huh?” Draco leaned to her ear, rubbing her clit steadily as he harshly snapped his hips into her. Y/N nodded helplessly, unable to deny her needs any longer. “Say it.” He softly bit her ear lobe.

Her moans came before her voice as she groaned, “Dr… Please!” It came out louder than she intended, “Please.” She could finally get out.

“Mmm…” Draco felt his stomach tighten, “I’ll take that, only because you're being so good to me. Not screaming or anything.” He praised, quickly kissing her lips. Y/N bit his bottom lip, hard, though Draco loved it.

Blood was Y/N could taste as she sucked his bottom lip, almost soothing her. Draco moaned and pulled away, grabbing her neck as his hips stuttered. He couldn't help it, her cunt begged for it.

“Let me get you pregnant, God, let me cum inside that pretty pussy, yeah?” Draco begged; his thoughts only of her swollen and filled, carrying his heir. Y/N only let out a whimper in response.

Draco bucked his hips inside of her, leaning down to kiss her, sweat dripping from his hair as he came deep inside of her. His muscles locked up, and his entire body shook in response. Moaning and groans came from the blonde boy. Y/N gave one final whimper, as he pulled out.

He breathed heavily, his eyes like a predator looking at prey. He smirked down at her as his chest went up & down rapidly. His muscular hands landed on her bare thighs, leaning down toward her cunt.

“Don’t think I was gonna make you cum, huh? Think I'm that bad in bed; you’d love that, wouldn't you?” He taunted, then licked her cunt from bottom to top, a long and taunting lick.

“F-uck you!” She breathed out as he sucked her clit, abusing the bundle of nerves.

Draco lightly grazed his teeth, her hands went to his blonde hair and pulled it slightly; he groaned. He saw his cum dripping out of her, he brought his hand towards her mouth. Y/N didn't need directions as she sucked his fingers. Draco took his fingers and trusted them into her, pushing all his cum back inside of her. His tongue quickly went back to her clit, Kitty licking.

It didn't take long for Y/N's eyes to roll into the back of her skull. Letting out a pornstar moan, her pussy clenching around Draco’s fingers. He continued to lick and thrust his fingers inside her until her orgasm was over.

Draco sucked his fingers, the salty and sweet taste of her & his cum filled his mouth, bringing a smile to his face. He sat next to her, putting his cock back inside his pants, his hair soaked and mouth puffy and wet. Y/N looked over at him, with cloudy eyes.

“You were asking for it.” He muttered, smirking. Y/N curled up to him, he rubbed her hair. “I’m sorry for hitting you, baby.” His voice was loving, as he stroked her tear-stained cheek.

“…It’s okay.” Her voice croaked, as she looked up at him. Draco gave a real smile, his canines showing.

“Good Girl.”

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This is my first smut I've written on here, it's not GREAT. Hopefully, you enjoyed it, if I made any mistakes or anything, let me know! Thank you.

- it’s Leo!

[impale-me-radio-daddy]

The Lookalike (Part 5)

☒ Summary: The first thing you remembered after your death was an argument. “No, this isn’t one of my fucking sluts.” The man behind you exhaled, frustrated. “This is a present for you. Something to help you work through your Alastor fixation.” You awaken in Hell as the near-spitting image of a certain infamous radio host. Unfortunately for you, you immediately fall into the clutches of his nemesis, and then into the talons of the Radio Demon himself. 

☒ Warnings: hermaphrodite!reader, deer!reader, they/them pronouns used, Alastor X reader, Vox X reader, Alastor X Vox, drug use, explicit sexual content, reader is in Hell for a reason, Valentino, canon typical scenarios.

☒ Author's note: This is now a series! Part I Part2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 6 BONUS SCENE Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

Given that you were the same size, and the intention was to have you pose as him, Alastor allowed you to raid his wardrobe without complaint. The bulk of it was variants on the same outfit, a palette swapped version of the suit that Vox had dressed you in, but you found enough pieces in the back to entertain yourself; a dress shirt with suspenders over it, a waistcoat, a jaunty little fez that attached to the hair with a hairpin and a cravat to hide the bruising on your neck.

You still looked like Alastor, but more of a bellhop than a concierge, and weighing the man’s gaze on you, you could tell this had been the right decision. He viewed you as his lesser, and seeing that reflected in your dress gave a less guarded edge to his smile that had not been there before.

Alastor returned your things to you, the wire and the aphrodisiac, and led you out into the hotel proper to introduce you to the rest of the staff.

“This here is Niffty,” said Alastor, fondly, gesturing to the pint-sized demon in a maid’s outfit who ran up to you as the two of you entered the lobby.

“Hello, Niffty,” you said, extending a hand to her. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Niffty stared up at you, her single eye wide and curious. Rather than speak, she placed a large dead cockroach in your open palm, then smiled at you toothily before running away.

Alastor’s eyes creased at the corners. “I think she likes you,” he said. “But who knows, honestly, so watch your back. The others here are Vaggie, with the one eye, the grumpy pussycat behind the bar is Husker, and that one there is our hotel’s singular guest, Angel Dust. Lucifer and his daughter aren’t here right now, but you’ll cross paths soon enough.”

Vaggie stopped and stared, her expression at first confused, and then angry. “Alastor, why are there two of you? What did you do?”

Alastor just smiled obliquely. “What did I do? Why, nothing at all. This good fellow is merely my body double. They’ll be assisting me for a while.”

Angel Dust squinted at you from his perch at the bar, his look appraising. “Soo… They slash Them?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Alastor stepped in before you could speak, an arm slung friendly around your shoulders. “Actually I think they’re more of a strangler.”

“So you found yourself a murder twin. Fuckin’ great.” The big cat behind the bar sighed as he polished a glass.

Taking out a handkerchief, you folded it carefully around the dead insect, giving it a little squeeze to check that it was actually dead, and headed over to the bar.

Angel Dust gave you a lascivious grin. “So how was sex with the tv?” he asked, both hands folded under his chin.

This time you felt a chill in the air as Alastor stiffened behind you. You could practically feel the static in his throat.

“I’m sorry?” you cocked your head, apologetic.

“Oh, don’t be coy, I saw the pictures.” Angel Dust winked at you.

“Pictures?” you felt your composure break, just a little. Of course Vox had taken pictures. The bedroom had been studded with cameras, and if you had to guess he probably had at least one embedded in his face. You hadn’t expected him to distribute them though. And though you’d only been in your body a few days, it was a little galling to think of strangers looking at your naked form. Your ears dropped fractionally.

“Oh shit, you didn’t know.” Angel Dust looked genuinely apologetic for about a second. “Well, welcome to Hell, I guess.”

Alastor took a seat beside you, not looking you in the eye. “He didn’t send them to everyone, of course. Only to me.”

“It doesn’t matter who he sends em to if he took em without proper licensing,” said Angel, sagely. “Was he any good at least? Or did he just lay there, with his big flat head?” Angel gestured in a square around his own head.

You gave a tight lipped smile. “I don’t talk about things like that. Past partners, I mean.”

“What’s the harm? Sounds like he already betrayed your trust.”

“Because it’s rude.” You spread your hands. “If I’m just going to behave like the people who wrong me, then who am I, really?”

“You’re in Hell,” said Angel, with a derisive wave of his hand. “Live a little.” He laughed, but Husk slid you a drink across the bartop, and you sensed something that might have been approval in Alastor’s gaze.

Your first week in the hotel passed quickly, with Alastor taking full advantage of your promise to help around the hotel. There were few guests, but the hotel itself was enormous, so most of your tasks consisted of cleaning, dusting, or pulling Niffty out when she got stuck in the air vents.

Alastor didn’t talk about the encounter you had shared, neither the tussle nor the intimacy afterwards, so you were a little surprised when he asked you to move into his room with him. The space inside the room was huge, and at night he would vanish into his personal swamp to do who knew what, leaving you to sleep in his bed with a set of his pajamas on.

A little personal space felt good after days trapped in Vox’s bedroom, but it didn’t take many nights for the bed to feel a little too large with only one body in it. That he was avoiding sharing the bed with you was a certainty; the sheets smelled like him, and more than once you found yourself sleeping curled around one of his pillows, face pressed against the fabric.

The way that Alastor would casually reach out and squeeze one of your antlers if he passed you alone in a hotel corridor told you that the two of you were probably still on kissing terms, or at least that Alastor thought little of such small displays of intimacy.

You spent time watching Alastor where you could, learning his mannerisms and gait. You lacked his magic, of course, but your voice had the same tendency as his to give a tinny, faintly distorted sound, and you found you could replicate his silvery canned laughter with a little effort. The physical part was a little more difficult, with your body still new and a little unsteady, but within the first few days you had a passable imitation of how Alastor walked. There was a quirk to his stride, an intermittent tension to his shoulders, which you began to imitate too. Perhaps it was an injury of some sort, but it was hard to tell. Alastor’s other major quirk was that he never dropped his smile. You didn’t copy that, but took note of it for later.

Walking past the lounge, you caught sight of Charlie and all the residents starting up one of their group activities, and stopped to watch.

Charlie clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone, for our next activity, we are going to do hugging! Everyone pick a partner, and we’ll do a one minute timed hug.”

“We’re one short if we want pairs,” said Vaggie, looking around the room.

“Hey, tall dark and ambiguous,” Angel Dust caught your eye from his place on the sofa, and wiggled an eyebrow suggestively. “You want in on this?”

You checked the watch on your wrist- after hours- and shrugged. “Sure.”

A cold presence manifested behind you. “If my double is joining, it would be remiss of me not to,” said Alastor, emerging from the shadows. His claws settled delicately on your shoulder. “You’ll be my partner, won’t you?”

You glanced back, spotted the possessive look in Alastor’s eyes, and nodded. “Of course. Sorry, Angel.”

Angel Dust gave an audible sigh as Niffty crawled into his lap.

“Alastor? You’re joining? But that leaves us with an odd number again.” Charlie’s face fell.

“That’s okay, Charlie. I can sit this one out.” Lucifer, who had been sitting on the second couch, got to his feet.

“But dad…”

“I’m being a team player. That’s what dads are for, right?” Lucifer gave his daughter a fond smile, which she returned uncertainly. “I’m just gonna take some air.”

“Okay.” Charlie watched her father leave the room, her expression clouded, but she shook her head, taking in the room of people waiting for her to speak. “Uh, okay. So, like I said, we’re going to do the timed hug, and everyone has to ask a question, and answer a question truthfully. I’ll start the stopwatch.”

Sitting in a chair with Alastor was the first time you’d felt his arms around you since he’d climbed atop of you in his bed. His chest fit flush with your back, and he hooked his chin over your shoulder as both of you settled into the cuddle. Had he done this just to stop you from cuddling up with the porn demon? It seemed likely.

“Will you start, or shall I?” Alastor asked, your faces close enough that you breathed the same air. Looking around, no-one in the room was looking at the two of you, each of the participants engrossed in their own quiet conversations.

“Is that your question?” you asked, mildly.

“A question each.” Alastor’s eyes creased at the corners. “Bravo, impostor. I believe we’ve fulfilled the conditions of Charlie’s activity.”

“Not quite. We’re here until the timer goes. So we might as well talk.”

“I suppose. What are you thinking about?”

“I’m wondering why you’ve asked me to sleep in your bed when you have no intention of sharing it with me,” you said, careful to keep your voice low, audible only to him.

“Oh? Is it so surprising that I want to keep an eye on my things?” Alastor’s smile quirked, a challenge. Say you’re not mine. I dare you.

“I don’t see Husk or Niffty sleeping in there,” you said, a soft challenge rather than a direct one.

Alastor trailed a possessive hand from your navel to your chest, making your breath catch in your throat. “Husker and Niffty,” he said quietly. “Do not have my face. Do not mistake their situations for yours.”

“And what is my situation, exactly?” you asked.

Alastor gave a hiss of displeasure at being cornered like this, and you noted the sound. His hand still over your chest, he flexed his claws, the sharp ends pressure points in a pentacle over your heart. “You’re mine,” he said. “Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

That was either deranged or romantic; you couldn’t quite decide which. “Because I look like you?”

“Because no-one else can be allowed to see my- our face. What we look like, in agony or ecstasy.” Alastor’s smile was steady, but his voice had a strained edge even at this low volume.

“That’s just for you, huh.”

“I’m glad you understand.”

“I wouldn’t have a problem with that if I felt like you had any intention of seeing my expressions yourself,” you said, your own quiet challenge. You liked Alastor well enough, but an eternity of celibacy was a tall ask.

Alastor laughed in your ear, the sound silvery, his slight chest trembling with mirth. “What would you propose we do?”

You mulled it over, comfortable in his embrace. Given Alastor’s reticence in sharing the bed, straight up propositioning him for sex probably wasn’t the correct route. “I have the bottle of aphrodisiac I took,” you said, careful not to mention Vox’s name. You’d wanted to have it as an option for your eventual hunts, but you had no idea what the suitable dosages might be. “I wanted to test it as a knockout drug. Help with that?” It was an lowball pitch, an objective besides sex and no obligation for him to perform.

“Surely you’re joking.” Alastor rolled his eyes. “I’m not about to be your test subject.”

“Of course not. You’re stronger than me. I’d be the test subject.” You intended the flattery, acknowledging Alastor’s strength, and caught a flicker of something like pride in his face.

“I suppose I could help with that,” he said, his tone light but his eyes betraying interest. “It might even be entertaining.”

Lucifer approached Alastor’s bedroom door with trepidation, and looked around. That Alastor might have been his inferior in terms of raw power, which the fight with Adam had proved, but he was a tricky one. He had been attending Charlie’s activity with his double, but who was to say there wasn’t a third or fourth Alastor in the hotel somewhere. Lucifer stared at a dark patch on the floor in front of the door for a second too long before realizing it was his own shadow.

Cracking his knuckles, Lucifer transformed himself into a tiny snake with a top hat, and slithered underneath Alastor’s door.

If Mr TV man wanted cameras and microphones all over Alastor’s room, the King of Hell would provide.

Despite your earlier bravery, nervousness was a tightness in your chest as you returned to Alastor’s room that night. Memories of your previous encounter swirled in your gut, and you reminded yourself that he hadn’t agreed to a repeat performance, at least not explicitly.

Alastor was already there, laying out a set of small brass scales on his table, picking the small weights from the velvet box with his talons and lining them up beside it. Wordlessly you stalked up beside him, placing the bottle onto the table and picking out a suitable thimble sized container from the box.

Ingested, or inhaled? Ingested, you decided- you had no idea if the stuff would rip up your airways. Balancing the scales, you measured out a few grams. Given that Vox had just left this laying around in his bedroom, you doubted such a small dose would be lethal, and if it knocked you out for the count, you trusted Alastor enough to put you to bed.

You removed your shoes and waistcoat, taking a seat before you swallowed the powder, clearing your mind and taking stock of your body.

The first wave of the drug’s effects hit immediately, and you were glad you’d been conservative with the dose. The warmth spread from your throat to your chest, leaving your nerve-endings buzzing in its wake as it spread.

Alastor watched, giving you a questioning tilt of the head.

You swallowed as sensation flooded your body, struggling to keep a clear head. “I’m going to run, now. Try and stop me.”

The hardest thing was turning away, not immediately offering yourself up for soft touches, skin against skin. Part of you wanted to turn around and offer to wrestle, but you had a good idea of where that would go. That in itself was a useful effect of the drug, but not enough. Someone who knew they were being hunted by you would have the wherewithal to at least try to run.

With your senses on fire, running was a strange sensation, each bound through Alastor’s ersatz swamp dimension feeling precarious, almost drunken. The air was thick and humid, and it almost felt as if it was pooling in your lungs, slowing you down. As requested, Alastor chased, a shadow in your peripheral vision, glimpses of him spurring you on. He didn’t run full tilt, as you were trying to do, but rather proceeded calmly through the bayou, moving closer with his shadow when your quick pace put him too far behind. The closer he got, the harder it was to keep running. Your arousal was evident to you now, your cock half-hard in your pants, your pulse almost tangible through your core, all the quicker for your physical exertion.

Alastor caught your forearm in his hand, and you stumbled, heart dropping in your chest. The drug was something similar to the rave drugs in the mortal world, making physical contact feel like affection, a little like falling in love, a little like a long night under the stars, backs against the ground.

“You’re not even struggling,” Alastor noted, quietly amused. “Do you think this dosage might suffice?”

“I can still run.”

“But you’re not running,” said Alastor. He trailed a hooked finger up your chest and underneath your cravat, pulling your head forward, his voice turning singsong. “You don’t want to run.”

It was true- you didn’t want to run. You wanted to lapse into something more carnal, pull him to the ground with you, but that wasn’t entirely the drug.

You did try to pull away then, but even his light touch felt inexorable. Alastor’s smile shifted, becoming less the surface level curve his face usually wore and more an expression of intense interest. You could feel the drug’s effects intensifying, your perceptions warping in a not entirely unpleasant way as Alastor pulled you to him. Heat in your face, heat in your loins. “Try to run,” he spoke into your ear, the touch of his breath on your skin making your hair stand on end. “Try to escape me.”

You did, some part of your mind still capable of resisting, and you twisted from his grasp, making it a few steps before he was on you again, this time pushing you to the ground.

You gasped into the dirt, your vision swimming.

“Would you like me to take notes?” Alastor asked, pinning you to the ground with one hand between your shoulderblades, the weight of his palm unnaturally heavy. “About how docile you are under the influence of this, how malleable?” He leaned in close, face beside yours. “How you become perfect, vulnerable prey?”

You moved without thinking, turning your head to kiss him. For a few seconds he returned the kiss, tongue sweeping against yours, before his body tensed and he recoiled from you. You rolled to your side, watching confused as he stumbled back, scraping his tongue with his hand.

“Fuck,” hissed Alastor, and it occurred to you the maybe he’d gotten a secondary dose of the drug from your mouth.

“It’s not so bad,” you called to him.

“It’s all very well you saying that,” said Alastor, a little archly, his smile prim. “You volunteered to take this stuff.”

“And you got a fraction of what I did,” you said, keeping your tone coaxing. “We’ll both be fine.”

You crawled over to him, laying your head against his knee, and watched his face, the way his pupils dilated, ever so slightly, antlers larger than they had been a moment before.

“You’ve poisoned me,” he grumbled, but didn’t stop you as you climbed into his lap, or as you leaned in to kiss him again. His body gave a small tremor as your lips touched, and you looped your hands around his shoulders, kissing his cheek, his jaw, your skin feeling like white light where it touched his. “A good showing again, my double,” he said, his smile almost feral against your neck.

“I didn’t poison you on purpose.”

“You would say that,” said Alastor.

He pushed you from his lap and onto the soft ground of the faux bayou, on your hands and knees.

“See what you’ve done to me?” He pressed his hard cock against the back of your thigh, hot through the fabric, and you whimpered, rolling your hips back against him. With a quick and trembling hand he unhooked your suspenders, pulling down trousers and underwear, freeing his own cock with a susurrus of fabric and pushing himself between your thighs.

“Fuck.” You bit your lip, feeling the heat of him, the swell of him, the wetness at his tip as he found friction between your inner thighs. The drugs made his touch feel like love, made your cunt ache and your own cock further stiffen and weep. He pushed your shoulders down and you cried out into the dirt, arching your back as he reached around to grasp you.

“Still, can’t say I object too vehemently,” said Alastor, hand curling perfectly around your cock, pumping in time with his own thrusts. “It’s not so different to masturbation, after all.”

You groaned at the dual sensation, Alastor’s hand firm but steady round your shaft, and the heat of his cock as he fucked between your thighs. “Inside me.” You raised your face from the dirt to speak. “Alastor. Inside me, please.”

Alastor gave a thoughtful hum, but backed off just enough to let you angle and open yourself for him. With the similarity in your stature, it was easily done, and Alastor held himself still as you lined your entrance with his tip, and pushed back onto him. Your senses still heightened by the drugs, the feeling of him was exquisite, every inch of him a heady burn as he filled your cunt.

“That is-” he made a noise in his throat, one of unmistakable pleasure. “That is quite a convenient bit of anatomy, darling.”

That simple utterance was enough to bring a flush to your face, no matter that the man was already buried to the hilt in you. Darling. He had called you darling.

The whole week you had known him, he had called you his pretender, his impostor, his double and on a handful of occasions dear, in the same way that a doting grandparent might call a child, but darling was a different name entirely. Darling hit different when he was balls deep, antlers growing, palm curled around your cock and about to fuck you. Some of it was bound to be your altered mental state, of course, but not entirely. Did he care for you? Did you care for him in the same way? You whimpered, soft animal noises as he began to move inside you.

Perhaps sensing your emotional state, or perhaps from sentiment on his own part, Alastor’s movement was slow, each thrust a burning stretch on your cunt that left you able to do little more than gasp into the dirt as he bottomed out, balls resting against your labia.

“Darling,” he breathed into your shoulder at one such nadir, and the amused exhalation he gave afterwards told you that he could tell exactly the effect that word had on you. With a startle you realized that he had become bigger than he was, not just his cock but the entirety of his body, his torso longer, his arms longer, even his fingers curled around your cock. “You asked for this, remember that.”

“Darling,” you returned, heart in your throat, hoping that he could feel what you felt, and his response was a deep, animal rumble, from inside his inhuman chest as he hunched around your smaller body. It was only one word, one term of endearment, but perhaps it was enough. He fucked you then, not with abandon but control, the control of a man used to inflicting sensation in an exacting and precise manner. Each thrust felt like a descent into madness, bringing tears to your eyes, making your hips quiver as you tried to move against him, but Alastor held your waist with one clawed hand. You came more quickly than you wanted, spilling onto his fingers and the dirt beneath you, and he fucked you through it, the stretch of him enough to make you twitch all by itself.

“Should I finish inside you?” he asked, a tight, trembling edge to his voice, and you realized that his usual playful repartee had been missing all the time he had been fucking you, that this whole time he had been hanging on for sheer life, holding himself from his own orgasm.

“Please,” you whimpered into the dirt, and your suspicions here confirmed as you felt the first hot pulse of his cum inside you almost immediately, a noise from him very similar to the one you had been making, something between an animal cry and the moan of a poorly soldered capacitor.

You felt Alastor collapse against your back, face buried in your neck. He gave a soft gasp, a barely audible fuck, and you pressed yourself against him as he emptied himself into you, pulse after pulse, until his body was the normal size again and his cum ran in thick rivulets down your thighs.

The notification pinged in Vox’s peripheral vision as he was halfway through the quarterly board meeting- new camera feeds now online- and the thought of it made his mouth go dry. He didn’t have much to do here other than closing remarks, and Voxtek’s CTO was deep into explaining some shit that Vox already knew, so what was the harm in it? Just a little peek. To check the system was working. He’d probably just see Alastor reading a book or some archaic fuckin’ thing.

Valentino never attended these things. Velvette did, but rarely, her face stuck in her phone until a particular item on the agenda caught her interest.

The other two did their bit in their respective arenas, but really, Vox was the one holding it all together. The board didn't need him today though. Vox eyed Baxter wearily, watching his chief engineer go through a presentation he'd seen three times before. Really, why shouldn’t he check the camera feeds?

Making sure that none of the feed was displayed on his face, Vox switched to the first of the cameras, and catching a glimpse of movement, switched feeds to one of the cameras in the bayou.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Alastor hunched over his lookalike, both of them with pants around their knees. Going at it, Alastor's eyes like radio dials, his body elongating as the both of you moved together. Fuck. This shit was live. Vox stifled a groan, then glanced around the boardroom, hoping that no-one had caught his reaction.

Oh, fucking fuck. Vox drew in breath, trying to compose himself.

“Sir, are you okay?” Baxter stopped mid presentation, looking at Vox with an expression of concern.

“I, uh, need to make a call real quick,” he said, and the board gave him confused looks as he stood, picking up his laptop and holding it in front of him to hide the tent in his pants. Live radio demon fucking continued overlaid over the board’s stares, screen-in-screen. “Carry on as you were.”

His cock now too hard for him to walk away with any dignity whatsoever, Vox called on his magic to zap himself out of there and back to the relative privacy of his control room. “Fu-uck,” breathed Vox as he stumbled forward to the control panel, watching with wide-eyed disbelief as he broadcast the scene to the big screen, piping in the audio, the breathing and the whimpering as well as the wet visceral sounds of sex. “Oh, fuck yeah.” He licked his lips, hand at his fly, transfixed by the sight. “That's some good fucking shit.”

Lucifer had fulfilled his end of the bargain and then some. Val and Velvette would have questions as to why they were suddenly giving loads of free shit to Lucifer's daughter, but he could handle that.

Right now, Vox was going to sit down and watch the Radio Demon fuck himself. The board meeting could fucking wait.

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Consequences | Four

Word Count: 4.4k~ | Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, dark, medieval-canon sexism, heavy dub-con/noncon, DD:DNE, mean Aemond, manipulation, abusing power, gore, blood, violence, major angst, Aemond being a possessive horny weirdo with a power complex, p in v, moon tea, cockwarming

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A/N: semi-filler chappie cos it’s gonna get fuckin’ real after this one, buckle up fuckleheads

The weather was just right. And there was something calming about a clean wash blowing softly in the wind. Something calming.

 She felt she needed something calming.

 She ran the bed linen through her fingers, revelling in its soft touch. She remembered scrubbing Aemond's bedsheets for an hour straight after that night, using the hard bristled brush to rid the white fabric of her blood, which in reaction to the air had blackened.

 It was a stain difficult to remove. But she felt it more so in her heart than anywhere else.

 Since then, she'd not bled when she was intimate with him. For this she was glad.

 Stains of lovemaking were easier to wash out than blood.

 Could it be called lovemaking if there was no love? she thought.

 Freiya had ignored her since that day, instead clinging to the other maidservants, who all whispered in hushed tones whenever she walked by. And even now, on the same laundry shift, she refused to spare her so much of a greeting, much less a glance in her direction.

 She'd decided that it was better than way. She would not stop them talking about her, and in all honesty, she'd rather not hear any of the rumours or childish gossip at all. So the less they spoke to her, the better.

 Her only 'friends' as such, was her fellow bed sharing maidservant, Alanna. And Hedi. Hedi was so good. She had the intuitions and calming presence of a mother. But she was perceptive to the extent that it was scary sometimes. And the little maidservant was sure that Hedi knew everything and nothing needed to be said.

 Aemond had become more rough, if it were possible. He liked to mark her pretty skin with red and pink, smirking at the healing bruises for days after. The days and weeks after he had taken her maidenhead, it was like something had shifted in him, and he called upon her at all hours of the day, often not allowing her to leave until it was early the next morning and after getting no sleep she was still expected to attend to her duties.

 It was exhausting.

 He enjoyed leaving marks on places only he had access to.

 But one evening, when he had curled his hand around her neck just a little too tightly, genuinely blocking off all her air, Alanna had seen the redness and raised her eyebrows in alarm. She didn't say anything, nothing incriminating at least. Nor did she assume who was responsible and it scared her to think what Aemond would do if he found out that she'd told anyone.

 It was better that nobody knew.

 For her sake.

 He might just kill her. Or worse.

 "Dyana came to me like this once as well. Shaking and mewling" Alanna said with a resigned expression. She observed that she didn't shake, nor did she mewl or complain. It had been long enough. The little maidservant simply had to grit her teeth and bear it, for she was no longer a child and in a sense, she was the replacement of Dyana. In job position as well as situation. Just with a different Prince. There was no time for complaints anymore, not when she'd been forced to do what women do. What a wife would do.

 Alanna had a sad, mournful expression on her face and she held her hand out to her, “Come”

 Beneath the floorboards, Alanna pulled several beams up to reveal a large container, corked at the top. She struggled a little with getting the cork free, but when she did, there was the unmistakable whiff of mint and earth, and the little maidservant’s eyes widened when she realised what it was.

 A feeling of both fear and dread lay in her stomach.

 Was it such a common occurrence that a jug of Moon Tea was kept within the staff quarters at all times? Had Dyana used it when she worked here? Had the others used it?

 “Is it…”

 “Yes” Alanna responded, “A cup will do”

 She accepted the cup gratefully, knowing that had she tried to find other means to access the tea, or tried to make it herself without the proper knowledge, it could prove dangerous to her health. So she was at least grateful that Alanna, who she expected to be impartial to her condition and circumstance, had in fact offered help.

 The Moon Tea was tepid and tasted musty from being kept under the floorboards, leaving a horrid film all over her tongue when she drank it. But she drank the entire cup, hesitantly, feeling the familiar tug of guilt and shame in her tummy, at the thought that there could have been a child alive within her, that she was ultimately not allowing to live.

 But it would have been his.

 Perhaps it was a blessing to have the Moon Tea. She found herself thinking, why had Aemond not sought out Moon Tea for her? For she’d remembered what he said, about the supposed bastards of Princess Rhaenyra. He hated them, perhaps because of their parentage or perhaps not. But if a man had such hatred for bastards, why would he allow himself to spend inside her? He was too clever to think it would not happen.

 It was like a puzzle she could not guess.

 Perhaps he knew the maids had their own supply of Moon Tea, from hearing stories about what his brother, Aegon, had done to his maidservants. Or that he enjoyed the pleasure of breeding her, knowing that she could possibly swell with his babe.

 Perhaps he didn’t care.

 “Who is the man?” Alanna asks with a concerned furrow of her brows.

 She really did consider telling her, truthfully. Perhaps someone would come to help her if she told someone, and Alanna did seem kind. There were two parts of her mind at war with themselves.

 And then Alanna had dared to ask.

 “Does he make you?”

 The question was not one she expected, and the speed to which her eyes met Alanna’s had told her fellow maidservant all she needed to know. A melancholic look softens across Alanna’s face, but she makes no attempt to soothe her physically, no gentle touches of hands or stroking of her back. All of her comfort could only be offered in words and looks. Alanna was just like that, and did not enjoy people touching her. She wondered if it had happened to her, if she knew where the Moon Tea was kept.

 Does he make me? She asked herself.

 In the truest sense, yes, he did make her. But the little maidservant inhaled deeply, grounding herself to where she stood and shook her head, refusing to answer any more questions.

 Her brother and sister needed her.

She could not let them down.

 And in the deepest recesses of her heart, she knew she’d never return to them, despite the promise she had made to them.

Aemond had called on her that night. She had felt a bit better now after the Moon Tea, knowing that she was safe from the burden of her sex, but it didn’t make the dread disappear altogether. The corridors of the Red Keep were quiet, with very little staff about, which to her was strange.

 Across the hall, approaching her direction to pass her, was Helaena Targaryen, sister-wife of Aegon. She was a dreamy, whisper of a woman, seemingly floating about the Keep. She was utterly beautiful, she thought. Whereas most Targaryens had silver, white hair, hers seemed to have a glow to it and her soft facial features were so much like Queen Alicent’s, though recently her lips seemed downturned.

 The little maidservant looked down to the floor as she passed, steps hurried to not keep Aemond waiting.

 Her body jumped, one shoulder held back by a firm, but soft grip on her arm. She’d looked back and then up, to meet the eyes of Princess Helaena. She was taller than her, not by much but she had such an air of authority and determination that it made the maidservant feel smaller than she really was. For a moment their eyes simply met, Helaena’s pale lilac eyes flitting across her face, her fingers flexing against her arm.

 She looked into the maidservant’s eyes silently for an agonisingly long time.

 “Princess?...” she’d whispered to break the silence, her arm aching with the force at which Helaena was gripping her. She was pulled closer by the Princess, forcing her to keep her gaze.

 “It cannot be”

 It was haunting, and an uncomfortable chill ran through her.

 That voice. Those words. She’d not been able to forget them.

 She remembered the way Aemond had thrust into her deeply, planting his seed as far inside her as it would go. Hearing those words over and over…

 It cannot be.

It cannot be.

It cannot be.

 Hearing them, in the same voice, had her hairs standing up on end.

 “...cold tansy…the womb quickens…”

 Helaena briefly let go of her arm and the maidservant finally took a breath, uttering a quick excuse and turning to make way for Prince Aemond’s chambers, trying to ignore the weight of Princess Helaena’s gaze at her back.

 And not able to hear her soft whispers.

 “A knife, the weapon…sleep, the calling…grief breeds grief…”

 When the maidservant stood before Aemond’s chambers, she wiped the tears away that had gathered on her cheeks, steeling herself for what was about to happen.

 The messenger boy was at her side, and the maidservant truly felt that if she saw someone else she did not want to see she might just scream and wail, the rest of the Keep be damned.

 “What is it” she asked him, rather forcefully, as if trying to hold back a cry.

 The messenger boy somewhat furrowed his brows at her reaction, holding a letter he’d already opened. The maidservant closed her eyes and sighed, knowing already who it was from.

 “Your brother has come down with a dreaded case of the Shivers, probably from writhing about in the mud like a pig. Your sister is spared from it, as you had mentioned she suffered and recovered from it only last year. He is recovering well, but I will need additional coin to pay for herbal remedies to make him well again, as I know I will not receive your coin any longer if she should pass. And if he does, I will have to send your sister away to work or get married. Five additional coins a month will have to suffice. Your sister would like to send you her love and she misses you greatly, especially the way you, and I quote, ‘make the mornings a little bit brighter’”

 She tries her best to not outright sob at the mention of her sister. The tears feel hot and oppressive behind her eyes, trying so desperately to pour free.

 She dismisses him with a soft wave of her hand.

 As soon as his chamber doors closed behind her, her eyes looked up to see Aemond on the other side, leaning against the window and looking out. He didn’t move when she entered, so she took the moment of silence to work on pulling her hair from her braids.

 “You are late” his low voice carries across the stillness of the room.

 “Apologies, your grace” she replies, trying to shake the tremor out of her voice.

 She fears something bad will happen. Perhaps it’s fear of him, or possibly even fear for her situation. But the words Helaena had spoken were whirring around her mind.

 It cannot be.

 “I heard you in the hallway, speaking to a boy”

 She meets his eye when he says this. When he says it, it sounds low, possessive, threatening. She finds he is already looking at her and her breath stops in her throat, her chest constricting painfully. Aemond does not have his eyepatch on, something he did when he wanted to appear frightening, which lately was more often than not.

 “Who was he”

 Again, not a questioning tone.

 She looks away to the floor, “Just the messenger, your grace”

 Aemond ponders her answer for a moment, letting his eye run all over her body. He notices that she has her eyes downcast, briefly picking at the dry skin around her nail beds nervously. An action he’s seen in his mother when she is anxious.

 It twinges something inside. Something buried deep.

 But as quickly as it arrives inside him, he pushes it back down.

 Aemond taps his fingers against the goblet he is holding, in somewhat of a nervous gesture. Like he is thinking about what he should do. She stands still the entire time, waiting for his neck command, all while his eye takes her in, body stirring with desire at the way she obediently always takes her hair down now in his presence. Even the way her chest inflates with air as she breathes seems to set his blood ablaze.

 Aemond crosses the room, standing before her he can see the mark around her neck, now a pale colour, where he had been a bit too rough with their tryst the last few times. A place where she could not hide it. There was some excitement in the fact that her fellow maidservants knew what was happening to her. He wonders if she tells them the things he does to her. Wonders if beneath that soft, innocent exterior, there is the same darkness inside where there is in him.

 His fingers reach out to run the back of them over the mark at her neck, and he doesn’t miss the way she flinches at the contact, at the sensitive, flared skin being grazed against, if only slightly. Those wide, doe-eyes meet his one eye, searching and confused.

 At least until his fingers dip to the buttons of her dress. Her heart sinks.

He will only ever want that.

 There is something different about him tonight.

 He undresses her.

 Usually, he stands across the room, commanding her to undress for him. Peeling off the layers of her clothing to reveal her pliant, small form before him, feeling utterly exposed, heart filled with shame at being ordered to bare herself before him, while he is fully clothed. Watching. Always with that self-satisfied look on his face, lips bought into a line to stop himself from grinning.

 This night, his hand softly, almost carefully, unbuttons her dress to reveal her skin beneath, all the way down to the valley of her breasts, where his finger delicately draws an imaginary line, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.

 He is uncharacteristically gentle.

 And it frightens her.

 The last few days and weeks since he had crossed that line, stolen her maidenhead as swiftly as a thief would steal coin, he had been rough, uncaring, borderline belligerent. She knew what to expect. Knew that the second she would leave his chambers, her core would ache as she walked, knew that the bruises on her would blossom in pain whenever she moved a muscle.

 She had taught herself not to be frightened. Instead she taught herself to be mindful. Be pliable. Obey. And she would not be hurt.

 But now she was afraid.

 Now that he was acting differently, she did not know what to expect.

 Aemond pushed one side of her dress over her shoulder and then the other, allowing the dress to fall to the ground. She does not miss the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.

 Surely he cannot be nervous.

 His hand moves down to cup her breast, testing the weight of it in his palm, as if he had not been touching them multiple times a day in all the time he laid claim on her. Running his thumb over her rosy nipple, it rouses to attention, aided by the chill in the chambers. She swears that he gives a content sigh, touching her skin, feeling the thrum of her heart beneath her chest.

 It’s as if he is realising she is real for the first time.

 Like she is a woman.

 “Gevie” He whispers, almost so quiet she doesn’t hear him, despite being right in front of him.

 She wonders if he’s speaking his mother tongue to make sure she doesn’t understand his words.

 “Would you get on the bed”

 Would you.

 When has he ever asked.

 Taken slightly off guard by his different tone, she lets a breath free and nods, taking her spot in the middle of the bed. Her heart raps in her chest, smoothing her hand over the bedsheets in an attempt to calm herself down. The bedsheets she washed her blood from, now so stark and clean.

 Aemond’s clothes drop to the floor with a soft whisper of a thud, the mattress sinks with his knee leaning on it, slowly making his way towards her in the middle of the bed. Her eyes are fixed on the bed sheets, feeling his hot breath at the side of her face, hearing his soft breath inhaling her scent. His hand calmly pushes her back down to lay beneath him, fingers splayed large over her collarbone.

 She stares at the paintings in his room, as she always does when they do this. Tracing the tender curves and lines of the brush strokes, counting all the items in the subject, appreciating the way the colours perfectly reflect the realism of-

 “Look at me” Aemond asks quietly.

 What?

 She turns her head to him, a small puzzled look on her face.

 It’s the first time she has seen him look this vulnerable. There’s still an underlying feeling that he is hiding what is really underneath, some kind of blurred wall between it. At the surface there is still that man, the one who hurts her, the one who forces his deepest, darkest desires on her. But the insecurities that lay beneath are beginning to bleed out of his old wounds, albeit slowly.

 As soon as she meets his eye, Aemond pushes forward, sliding his cock into her tight, wet heat. A short gasp is caught in her throat at the abruptness of it. But it doesn’t hurt. Not like it did that night. After that night, it had felt strange, intrusive and curious. More often than not, he would brush that spot inside, the one that made her face heat, her thighs shake and her spine curve upwards. When it did happen, it upset her. For all that pain, for all the ways she was hurt, she thought she deserved more than a mere second of pleasure. For all her tolerance, did she not deserve to at least feel good?

 Aemond sighs, a quiet moan leaving his lips at the feel of him being squeezed by the soft ridges of her cunt.

 He slides in all the way, closing his eye and resting his head against her neck. His hot breath coming in short, troubles pants. Aemond lays his body heavy on top of her, supporting his weight on one of his legs that’s around her hips, pressing his lithe, hard chest against her soft, plush one.

 And he doesn’t move.

 She lays there, underneath him, eyes darting all about the canopy, wondering what he is doing.

 Why is he not moving?

 Aemond continues to breathe against her neck, as if asleep, but she can feel the tickle of his eyelashes against her skin, indicating that he is still very much conscious. Like this, she can feel every ridge, every curve and every vein of his cock, throbbing inside her, begging for any kind of friction. But he still doesn’t move, stilling with himself buried as deep inside her as he could go, his tip kissing her cervix. She moves her body a little, feeling a tad uncomfortable at the position.

 His hand tightens at her hip, “Stop” he says, quietly against her skin, “Just…stay like this”

 It doesn’t help her confusion in the slightest at the current situation. But she does as he says, and stays still, allowing him to adjust slightly, which sends his cock nudging slightly against inside her, a quiet sound escaping her mouth.

 “What did the messenger say” he asks.

 Her mouth opens and closes repeatedly, half shocked and half afraid to say anything he deemed wrong, and he might flip his personality like that.

 “Well…um…” she starts, trying to ignore the gentle throb of him inside her, “...he bought word from my family…”

 “Hm” he murmurs in return, angling his head to nudge closer into her neck, his breath against her drumming pulse, “About what”

 There is a deep, nerve-wracking suspicion about this. He has never cared. Not one bit. Why should it be any different now?

 For the sake of obeying him though, she responds.

 “There is a woman…from my hometown…” she starts, wondering how best to word it. Nobody had asked before and now him? “...she cares for my siblings in my absence and is requesting more funds…”

 He is quiet for a long time and she shivers when she feels his fingers running lines over her side, as if deep in thought.

 “And you have such funds?”

 An unwarranted shiver crawls up her spine, “I do…your grace”

 His hand runs between her breasts, up her front to grasp her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Aemond rights himself to sit up slightly, pulling her gaze to his, nudging his cock further inside her when it slips out slightly. He’s still hard, she notices, and her body jolts at the motion of him moving his hips ever-so-slightly.

 His gaze is firm, but his hands are not.

 “You would not lie to me now, would you sweet girl?”

 She quickly shakes her head softly, as much as she can with her chin in his grasp.

 “No, your grace…” she utters softly, her breath coming in short bursts at the sudden undulating of his hips, if not only slightly.

 With his lips slightly parted, Aemond starts to increase his pace, looking down to where they are joined as he slowly sinks into her over and over, his cock squeezed still by the delicious tightness her little cunny offers. It’s slow and thoughtful, the way he does it now. Even when he presses his palm against her abdomen, right above her patch of curls, to feel the presence of him inside of her, his fingers splayed out against her skin, it’s soft. Almost caring.

 She had seen little pieces of this side, like when he whispered to himself the night he’d taken her maidenhead, that he needed it.

 Like when he gently swats her cheek when she has done something he likes.

 But never this.

 As much as she wanted to believe it, she couldn’t let herself.

 Because as soon as he looked back up into her eyes, that dark, almost hateful look in his eyes came back. And it came back with a vengeance. As if it was annoyed it had been gone so long in her presence.

 He had returned.

 He took hold of her hips tightly, in a bruising grip and began brutally using her cunt for his own pleasure, turning away from her face to focus on something else. Anything else. But her face.

 Aemond fucked her like he hated her, uncaring about her own pleasure, chasing it for his own means. Burying that person he was barely minutes before in favour of the man he was now, the one who craved a closeness that nobody else could give him. A closeness that being buried inside his little maidservant could only offer.

 Or at least that is what he allowed himself to think.

 All this childhood he’d felt so small.

Born small and weak, too early.

 Made weak by the loss of an eye. At the hand of those bastards, no less.

 Hid back inside himself on his thirteenth name day, forced to endure the pleasures of the flesh in that sordid brothel.

 He’d felt so small. So weak.

 Powerless.

 He fucked every single insecurity into her, trying to block out the sound of her quiet whimpers as he snapped his hips against hers mercilessly. Hiding inside her. The only sounds in the chambers were flesh on moist flesh. It should be the sound of lovemaking. But it was just the sound of hate.

 No, Aemond thought as he sought comfort inside her. Angling his cock to find the answer within her somewhere.

 He was no longer weak. He was a man. A Targaryen Prince. Rider of the largest dragon in the world.

 And he would have whatever he wanted.

 Everyone else be damned.

 He had done a good job of blocking out her sounds, chasing a peak that just would not come. Aemond did all he could. He went faster, squeezed the parts of her flesh he wanted to elicit a response. He grasped at her breasts painfully, pinching her nipples between his fingers as they rolled back and forth with the motions of his cock pistoning inside of her with increased vigour.

 But there was nothing.

 It took him a long time to finally peak. But it was pitiful, feeble and weak.

 Weak.

 Weak.

 With an unsatisfied grunt, Aemond pulled out of her and threw her legs back together, not wanting to see the proof of incapacity that was represented by looking upon her used sex. She laid there for a moment, gathering herself and brushing the hair from her face that had stuck to her skin with shaky hands.

 His irresolute temper terrified her.

She thought she knew what to expect. But she didn’t. And she found herself unable to speak.

 She expected Aemond to tell her to leave, as he usually did. But instead, he huffed and got beneath the sheets, back against the mattress, looking up at the canopy for an answer, as she had done many times before.

 Her hands grappled the bed sheets, to will herself not to cry.

 It cannot be.

 What did it mean, she asked herself over and over, pulling her knees to her chest.

 But the more she thought about the words that Princess Helaena had uttered, the more it eluded her.

 She felt a warmth between her legs, where his seed was beginning to seep out of her. But there was a warmth deeper inside, as if it were inside her womb and she clutched her belly like she felt nauseous. It felt as if her stomach was turning itself over, trying to rid something from within.

 The dragon inside there had started to breathe its fire into her, burning her from the inside out.

 It cannot be.

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From the 5 word list, #16 - “Please stay with me tonight.” - with John or Tommy (that's up to you!)

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Thanks for sending this one in also, Bri! I went with John on it so that I could break to the little Tommy steak that was going on before this! I also may be bending canon a little bit here, but oh well. And I couldn’t resist the silly title. Enjoy! :)

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Gangsters Have Feelings…?

John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, smoking, one sexual reference

Word Count: 1017

Summary: John calls on (Y/N) when he’s having trouble coping with the decisions of his brother, Tommy. (Y/N)’s quite honestly surprised to see this side of him.

(Y/N) took the moment of pause in the conversation she was having to wonder just how in the hell she’d wound up in this position. She never could have expected that her on the fly befriending of John Shelby one evening at the Eden Club would have led to showing up at his hotel room because he needed someone to talk to.

Hell, this brought on a whole new question…gangsters have feelings?

She hadn’t thought of it before, but it was becoming clear that they did…or this one did at least.

From the second she entered the suite, she knew that John was upset. She felt it. The usual energy that he exuded whenever she was around him was missing, and he wasn’t paying much care to his appearance at the moment. His usual three-piece suit had been exchanged for a pair of slacks and a messily tucked in undershirt.

The reason for his calling became apparent the second she asked him what had been going on. A simple question opened the floodgates of complaints of how his brother had been running the business; putting a much younger cousin in a more respectable position while he and his other brother were expected to keep up with the unmentionable side of things.

“You know I never had any ambition to sit in an office and jerk around over some fucking papers, but it’s just that…that’s me own fucking brother making the calls. I mean…it’s gotta count for something, right?” John started talking again, making (Y/N) focus back in on the conversation.

“It should,” she offered a comment, letting him know that she was actively listening to his plight.

John sighed and carded his fingers through the longer parts of his hair before bringing the cigar he’d been smoking up to his lips. He took a deep drag and blew the smoke out in a steady stream as he peered through the window. “And now Michael’s in the office and Arthur’s in charge of London, and I ain’t got nothin’. Tommy doesn’t care though because all I am is some fuckin’ yes man who takes care of errands for him.”

“I…” (Y/N) stopped herself before she could continue. She didn’t really know what to say. Talking hadn’t been placed that high on the agenda of their previous visits. (Y/N) didn’t really know anything about John Shelby…other than he most certainly knew what to do in bed. So she wasn’t sure what type of can of worms she could open by giving improper advice. She could tell that he was looking for it though; advice. “I’m sure that Tommy cares about you, John. You’re his brother,” she started off with a vague statement.

“That’s about all I am,” John mumbled as he shook his head, his eyes focused on the floor.

(Y/N) sighed as she stood from the chair she’d been sitting on. She silently moved over to the window sill he’d been sitting on and took a seat on the corner of it that had been left open. “Look, John…” she paused again, trying to come up with how she was going to finish the rest of her statement. She hated that she didn’t know exactly what to say. “I don’t know much detail about the area of business that you and your family work in, but I do know the man that you are. I know that you care, that you give your all to what you’re doing, and that you’re damn good at it.” She didn’t take his eyes off of him after she finished speaking, watching for any little movement he might make.

Instead of saying anything, John just shook his head. It didn’t seem as though he was shaking off her statement, but rather shaking his head at the situation in general.

“John,” she spoke his name like a breath, hoping that he’d at least look at her. She was really struggling with what more she could add in to help the situation. There had to be some reason he called her to come over, right?

Thankfully, her attempt worked, and he lifted his downtrodden eyes up to match hers. The hopeless expression that was etched into his features made her frown, and she couldn’t stop from reaching out and cupping his cheek with her hand. She brushed her thumb against his skin while keeping eye contact, hoping that her comforting actions would make up for the fact that she had no clue of what to say.

Some time - (Y/N) wasn’t even sure how much - passed before she spoke again. “John, I’m sorry…I want to help, but I’m struggling with what more I should add,” she finally came clean, explaining her internal dilemma before she sent a sympathetic look his way.

“You comin’ here is help enough, love,” he answered her, leaning into her touch. His statement made the smallest smile form on (Y/N)’s face, and that alone helped him start to forget about his woes.

“I…um…” she stuttered over her words as she tired to think of what to say next.

“Please stay with me tonight,” John - thankfully - cut her off. The sentence, which was usually asked as a question, was spoken by the Birmingham gangster as a statement.

“You want me to?” she checked before giving her answer.

“I need you to,” he answered with a reworded version of her statement.

(Y/N) thought for a moment. This question - that John had been asked her many times before - sounded different now. He needed her in a way that he hadn’t before. The thought of that made her heart start to beat faster.

“Will you?” he asked after a few beats had passed.

“I will,” she nodded, sending him a smile.

“Thank you,” he breathed, taking her by surprise as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She didn’t pull back from it though, immediately kissing him back. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he pulled away just enough to say before his lips were on hers again.

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Push and Pull.

Trafalgar Law x Eustass Kid x Fem!reader CW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Threesome, soft!dom Law, mean!dom Kid, established relationship, dirty talk, canon typical banter ig, tiny bit of butt play (F! receiving), 1.2K words, not proofread

You had no idea how you ended up in the middle of this. One minute, Kid and Law were arguing about something that didn't even involve you, and the next? Here you were; face down in the lap of the doctor with the engineer plowing into you from behind. The three of you had been fooling around for some time now, but this? This was new.

"You're a brute, Eustass-ya. I don't know how Y/N even puts up with you bullying her pretty pussy all the time." Law said with a frown, running his long fingers through your hair trying to soothe you. Of course, your enraptured moans were in a competition for who can be the loudest against the slapping of skin as Kid pounded into you.

A breathless chuckle came from behind you, his flesh hand tracing the dip in your spine as thrust after thrust met your ass. Kid admired the fingerprint shaped bruises on your hips that were left from previous sessions and the newer, redder ones that were currently being imprinted on your skin. His lipstick was marked all over your skin too, like a treasure map. Starting at the nape of your neck, down your spine, over your hips, to the fat of your ass.

He took a second to admire his work as you clenched around him and he hummed, flicking sweat-stuck hair from his forehead. "Never had a complaint yet. Want me t' be more gentle, darlin'?"

You shook your head, in turn nuzzling yourself against the tent in Law's jeans. "N-no! More...please..." You gasped, digging your nails into the denim and feeling the strong cords of muscle flex under your fingertips. That answer was apparently sufficient enough for Kid seeing as he gave your ass a satisfied slap in return. You keened and began to match his thrusts, hand snaking down to rub circles over your swollen clit as you tried in vain to unbutton Law's pants. The glassy, pleading look in your eyes was enough for him to help you out.

As soon as his pretty cock was free of its' confines, your plush lips were wrapped around it with such an eagerness that moans and sighs were expelled by both men. Law watched with an enraptured gaze as your tongue swirled around his leaking tip, licking up his weeping essence with vigor. His jaw was clenched and he was gritting his teeth as the hand that was gently running your your hair just moments ago was now weaved in between your locks guiding your movements along his painfully hard dick.

"Look at 'er...fuckin' cockslut. What makes you -fuck- think that she wants it nice an' gentle?" Kid muttered out between rough thrusts, hissing at the way your sopping wet pussy was drenching the front of his thighs. "Should fuckin' see how wet she is right now. Like a pretty lil' waterfall."

You moaned around Law's cock as Kid gave one particularly hard thrust, the tip of his dick pressing against your cervix. The redhead leaned over, his chest pressed snugly along the planes of your back. His teeth sunk into your shoulder and he soothed the mark with a wet kiss. Law shot Kid a glare as his ministrations caused you to pause your sloppy blowjob for a moment and the redhead snickered in return. "Go on, babe. Finish 'im off before he cries."

If looks could kill, Law would have annihilated the other captain in a second. The surgeon wiped the drool from your bottom lip and you sucked on his finger, making him smile softly. "Take your time, Y/N-ya." You'd have smiled in return but you could just give a feeble nod as you held onto his cock with one hand and sucked at the tip before taking an impressive amount of him into your mouth. You gagged a little and felt the spit pool in your mouth and leak from your lips, running down his shaft and over his balls.

Law shuddered and closed his eyes, his head lolling back. His long fingers against your scalp encouraged you to take him in all the way and you obliged. Tears fell from your eyes as your did your best to pleasure him and heavy sighs and quiet whimpers fell from his lips. His gorgeous sounds spurred you on even more and you pulled back a little to run your tongue along his shaft. You could tell he was close by the way he was tensing up. Looking up at him through tear-heavy lashes, you bobbed your head until his hips stuttered and he flooded your mouth with his hot cum. "S-swallow." He commanded hoarsely.

He slowly removed his cock from your lips as you tried to prevent a single drop from leaving your mouth. You swallowed and stuck your tongue out for him to see. "Good girl." Law complimented, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

Seeing this happen before him, Kid gripped your hips even tighter than he already had been. He nudged your legs open a little wider and he massaged your ass again, spreading your cheeks open for him to get an even better view of him entering and exiting your body. He spit and the glob of warm saliva landed on your asshole. Kid gently eased his index finger inside and a low string of curses left his mouth.

"Cum on my cock, pretty. Know you're close. C-can feel ya squeezin' me so tight." He muttered, angling his hips so he kept hitting that spongy sweet spot within you. A high-pitched whine ripped through your throat and your hand was immediately brought to your clit, rubbing it in jerky circles as you tried so hard to focus on your impending orgasm.

That warm fire that had been stoked in your belly had burst into an untamable wildfire. You came so hard, you saw an explosion of color behind your eyes and you could swear that your ears started to ring. Kid gritted his teeth and swore loudly as you clamped around him, leaving a creamy ring around the base of his cock. His thrusts faltered, pressing into you as snugly as he could and filled you to the brim with his seed. After a moment, he began to pull out of you and replaced his dick with his finger to ensure that not a single ounce of his cum left your pussy.

You whimpered at the slight overstimulation, bucking your hips against the bed. "Eustass-ya..." Law said in a tone with warning behind it. Kid just rolled his eyes and frowned. He carefully removed his finger from you and wiped it off on your ass and muttered a quiet apology.

You were limp and completely spent as the two of them took the time to clean you up and ensure you were okay and unhurt. It took a bit of convincing, but both of them agreed to spend the night with you. The aching muscles and sore love bites would serve as a pleasant reminder of this encounter, and it certainly wouldn't be the last you would have with these diametrically opposed captains.

[omgrachwrites]

World on Fire - Chapter Two

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: A funeral and a job offer pull you back to Chicago. Back to him.

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing

A/N: I know that non of this fits with canon but lets just go with it! I hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Two

The smile you threw Meg was apologetic as you dragged a comb through your hair and ran down the stairs in search of your shoes. You’d had a crazy twelve hour shift at the hospital – Meg was thrilled to have to stay with your parents – and you’d overslept. Meg looked so much like her dad as she narrowed her eyes at you and folded her arms.

“I’m sorry baby,” you kissed her forehead, “you look nice. Ready for the party?” Meg was having a good time in school – despite her complaints about it – she’d been invited to her best friend’s brothers party that ‘The Beef’ was catering for.

“Mum, we’re gonna be late!”

“We won’t be, sweetie, I promise. I’m ready,” you toed your shoes on and then you were out the door.

Thankfully, you had missed the early morning rush and you made your way through the streets without too much hassle. You glanced over at Meg who was gazing out of the window, she’d taken to Chicago a lot quicker than you thought she would have. Better than you had taken to it anyway.

“Called your dad today?” you asked.

Meg hummed in response as she glanced back at you, “yeah. He says he misses us, misses you.”

You sighed as you glanced back at the road, “Meg, me and your dad are not getting back together. We tried, it didn’t work.”

Meg made a face, “then you need a date.”

You laughed, “what makes you think that I need a date?”

“Because you’re cranky.”

You raised an eyebrow as you pulled up outside the house, “I don’t think so,” you scoffed as you looked over at her, “I’ll pick you up at 6, okay?”

Meg nodded, “are you sure that you don’t want to come in? Your friend Richie will be there.”

You smiled as you tucked a flyaway curl behind her ear, “I’m sure baby, you have a great time.”

Meg kissed your cheek and got out of the car, you watched her head up to the house and made sure she got in okay. You didn’t restart the engine, you sat there for a couple of moments, looking up at the house as you debated on whether you should actually go in or not. After a good few minutes you decided to listen to your daughter and join the party.

It was Richie who opened the door, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth, “hey,” he grinned, pulling you in for a one armed hug, “good to see you.”

You laughed as you hugged him back, “and you. Jimmy won’t mind that I’m here, right?”

“Nah, course not. C’mon, let’s go and grab some food.”

Richie led you through the crowded house and into the backyard. Meg was talking to a guy with curly hair who was cooking hot dogs on the grill. As you came outside with Richie, Meg turned to look at you.

“Mum, you came!”

The guy Meg was talking to turned around and you felt the smile slip from your face as you stared at the handsome man. His hair was a little longer than it had been in high school, a couple of scars littered his cheek and he’d gotten some tattoos. His eyes though, his eyes were the same.

“Y/N,” he breathed, you didn’t know how to feel about him saying your name like that after so long. You wanted to hate it, you wanted to hate him. But you didn’t.

“Carmy, you’re back,” you didn’t know what else to say. Why hadn’t Richie told you he was back? Carmy nodded as he stared at you, the atmosphere was a little awkward. That was until Richie spoke.

“You gonna fuckin’ stare at her cuz, or are you gonna get her a hot dog?”

You laughed as Carmy rolled his eyes and he began to make you a fresh hot dog. Meg went over to join her friends as Richie poured you a cup of the luminous green punch.

“This meant to be the shit from Ghostbusters?” you asked, giving it a tentative sniff. Richie nodded and you took a small sip, “it’s good,” you laugh.

Richie went to cause chaos elsewhere, leaving you with Carmy. You thanked him as he passed you a hot dog and you slathered the sauce on top.

“So, you’ve got a kid huh?” he started with a raised eyebrow, when you nodded he busied himself with dishing up more hot dogs for the kids, muttering beneath his breath, “never knew that you wanted kids.”

You scoffed as you took a bite of the hot dog, trying to ignore how good it tasted, “well you know we never really got to have that conversation did we?” your voice was unintentionally bitter and you saw Carmy almost recoil.

“Yeah I know. Look, Y/N, I’m,” you cut him off, you didn’t have time for this.

It was funny, you had waited years for an apology but now, you didn’t want to hear it, “Carmy, you don’t have to say anything. Y’know, I can’t blame you for how you felt.”

The guilt was clear in his eyes and that honestly wasn’t your intention. You couldn’t say that you were necessarily happy to see him back but you weren’t going to be a complete child about it. You took another bite of the hot dog as you let the silence stretch between you, the only sound was the sizzle of the grill and the party going on inside the house.

“I’m really sorry about Mikey, Carmy.”

He let out a nervous laugh as he bent over the grill, refusing to look at you. He’d always been that way when he was nervous, “thanks, that’s er, that’s really nice of you. I know how much he meant to you as well, so y’know, I’m sorry too,” he smiled as he finally met your eyes, looking vulnerable and lost, “he left me the restaurant, Y/N. In his will.”

You couldn’t say that you were surprised, Mikey loved that restaurant and he loved his brother even more. What did surprise you was the bitter look on his face, it seemed as though a lot had happened while you were in London. But, you weren’t going to unpack that right now.

“That’s why you’re back?”

He nodded as he ran his hands through his hair, looking conflicted, “need to get the restaurant up to scratch.”

“And then?”

Carmy scoffed, rubbing a hand down his tired face, “and then. I don’t know,” he swore beneath his breath as he tried to squirt some ketchup onto the hot dogs but none came out.

You laughed a little as you watched him shake the bottle, his brow furrowed, “need some more ketchup?”

“Yeah, yeah, that would be great thank you.”

You nodded at him as you walked back into the house, managing to make your way through the group of pre-teens as you headed for the kitchen. You opened the fridge and found a half empty bottle of ketchup towards the back of the fridge and you grabbed more relish in case Carmy needed it.

As you turned to go back outside you saw Richie arguing with Jimmy and you walked over to them. Jimmy greeted you with a welcoming smile, “hey kid. Good to see you.”

“And you, Jimmy,” you smiled before you glared at Richie, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me Carmy was back!” you hissed.

Richie held up his hands in mock defence and plastered an innocent look on his face, “it didn’t seem important.”

You scoffed, “didn’t seem important? Oh, and I suppose you told Syd not to mention anything either?” you’d met Syd at the restaurant on a day when Carmy clearly wasn’t there and you guys had become pretty close.

“Look, Y/N! I don’t know what you want me to fuckin say, you were heartbroken when you and Carm split. Sorry if I didn’t want to upset you.”

Richie’s words made you feel guilty but you pushed it right down. You shook your head as you pushed past him and went back outside to Carmy. Natalie was out there talking to Carmy but she looked pissed, she’d told you that she wasn’t coming and had conveniently left out the part about Carmy being back. Did everyone think you couldn’t handle it?

She waved at you as you came outside and she pulled you into a hug, “hey, you.”

“Hey,” you smiled as you put the bottle of ketchup and relish on the table, “good to see you. Thought you weren’t coming.”

She shrugged as she glared over at Carmy, “thought it was stupid not to come just because I’m pissed with Carmy. I’d never go anywhere if that was the case,” she laughed, when she realised what she’d said she shot you an apologetic look before she quickly changed the subject, “how’s work?”

You made a non-committal noise as you poured yourself another cup of the punch, “it’s going pretty well. Meg isn’t exactly thrilled with having to spend the nights that I’m at work at my mom’s.”

Nat laughed and pulled a face, you knew by her look that she remembered what your mom was like, “I’ll take her when you have to work.”

“No, Nat. I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

She laughed, “well that’s good because you’ll notice that I didn’t ask, she’s a great kid.”

Carmy nodded in agreement as he looked up at you, “she is, looks a lot like you.”

You laughed as you watched your daughter with her friends, “yeah, she’s got her dad’s attitude though.”

“Is he awful?” Carmy asked.

You looked up at him, his cheeks and nose were red from the cold and his curls were blowing in the wind slightly. There was genuine interest in his blue eyes as he waited for you to answer his question.

You sighed and looked away from him, shaking your head, “no, her dad’s great, we just um,” you trailed off, “let’s just say Meg was the only good thing to come out of our relationship.”

Carmy opened his mouth to reply but he was cut off when Meg walked over, “Mr Carmy, can I get another hot dog?”

Carmy grinned, “sure kid.”

You watched with a smile as Carmy quickly whipped up a hot dog, helping her put on the mustard along with the crispy onions and relish. When you and Nat approached Meg with the idea of her staying with Nat while you were at work. The look of relief on her face unfortunately told you that your mom was just as awful to your daughter as she was to you.

After the party you were driving home and you couldn’t ignore the happy look on Meg’s face as she ate another hot dog. Carmy had made her one for the road.

“You know mum, if you’re not getting back with dad, you should date Carmy.”

You laughed, “oh god, you don’t think he’s cute do you?”

Meg made a face, “ew no! He’s old like you but he’s really nice mum, he’s really nice to you.”

You held back a scoff, if only she knew. You hadn’t forgiven Carmy, and you probably never would, “yeah, maybe.”

[trulybetty]

oct' 18 x picking apples

Prompt: picking apples Pairing: sequins!joel miller x gn!reader (A/N: main series Sequins is written as female, but here they're written gender neutral) Word Count: 508 Warnings: fluff, just domesticated fluff Summary: is this head canon for sequins!joel x reader? I'm not sure, but I wanted some domestic fluff and this just came out of that and a new addition for the miller household. thank you @gnpwdrnwhiskey for the image of grumpy joel at the apple orchard.

x. masterlist

“Tell me again why we’re picking fuckin’ apples when we could just go buy a bag from the H-E-B for half the price?” Joel asked as he looked down one of the many rows of trees that filled the orchard.

You smiled as you turned to him, shielding your sunglasses-covered eyes from the glare of sun that cast its warmth over the orchard. “Because it’s fun,” you replied.

He raised an eyebrow, “Darlin’ I can think of half a dozen other things that are more fun than drivin’ an hour out of town to buy more apples than we know what to do with.”

“Sarah wants to make apple pies this afternoon and apple butter.” You added a couple more apples to the basket you’d been handed on the way in.

Joel muttered something under his breath before you heard him say, “H-E-B sells those too, ten minutes from the house as well.”

You didn’t need to turn around to know he had a smirk on his face and he was actually enjoying himself despite his complaints.

It had been an event just getting you all out of the house that morning. Much like all the fall expeditions so far, they had been at the planning of Sarah. The night before her enthusiasm over dinner had led to a plea for you all to wear plaid, really get into the autumnal mood despite the warm temperatures of fall. 

Your yellow plaid was tied at your waist, one too many layers for you, Joel’s red plaid was hidden under his jacket, zipped up and the barest slither of it to be seen.

He came to stand beside you and you took a moment to take him in. He looked the same as always, rugged and handsome, some extra grey in his beard this year, a little more tiredness in his eyes, but there was something all so different today.

Something so new, something very much unplanned, a small addition to your fall traditions this year, and also the impetus of Sarah’s ramped up fall enthusiasm this year.

“You're really getting the hang of that, aren't you?” you remarked as you gestured to the slight bulge that could be seen beneath his coat.

Joel held out his arms, a mock-serious expression on his face. “I believe I've mastered the fine art of baby-wearing.”

You chuckled and leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the lips. As you pulled away, your eyes met, and you felt that same magnetic pull, the same indefinable connection that had existed since the moment you both met.

Sarah, retuning with her own basket, pretended to gag. “Guys, please. We're in public.”

You laughed softly as the both of you looked down at the tiny bundle cradled against his chest as she let out a tiny yawn.

Joel grinned, his gaze still fixed on you as he moved closer until your foreheads were pressed together. He groaned in mock frustration, “If it’s not the big one, it’s the little one.” But the smile that lingered on his lips told a different story.

[jonathanrogersartist]

I'll say this, to cut down on a bit of the negative vibes: Leslye Headland got to do what we all dream of, and made her own little Star Wars fan fic, officially sanctioned. And that's pretty awesome for her! I'm glad she got that opportunity. And I 'do' respect that the story she told, was a very personal one for her, and she clearly was fiercely passionate about it. It was an authentic work of vision from an artist, and that's still something to appreciate in a climate that's increasingly hostile to real auteur-works in the soulless IP blockbuster carousel we're all trapped on. And you know what? Yeah, it fuckin sucks that the show got cancelled, especially in this manner. I have ruthlessly criticized this show on this blog, but I wasn't completely unwilling to give Leslye one more chance to expand on this story and maybe win me over, if she could just make the critical decisions to fix the massive lore/theme problems I've discussed. That would require her to be willing to hear the reasonable criticisms, and I hope she would be smart enough to know how to separate them from the obviously batshit, hateful, bad-faith complaints. But still! Give her a chance to salvage this, given it's massive implications for the canon. Now, who knows how future SW is going to handle the kinds of ideas Leslye introduced here, and even though deep down I selfishly hope that it quietly ignores some of her interpretations of the Jedi/Sith ideologies, it 'will' feel kind of crappy that her first big swing in this universe will get disowned. I don't envy being in that position, as a creator. This is a complicated situation, and regardless of everything, and my own frustrations at her for her choices, I feel for Leslye and I have to imagine these last few weeks have been very, very painful for her. It's not the Jedi way to take enjoyment from someone's suffering.

[jaim-inhothekid]

⚠︎ 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

[ W.C ! ] : 2k

[ Summary ! ] : Eustass 'Captain' Kid has a serious problem with jealousy. His girlfriend, Vera, gets frustrated with his overreaction after seeing her being friendly with a random vendor. Killer is called in to help. | NSFW ; OC x Canon

⌗ ✎ Author's Note : This is a work commissioned by the lovely @punkgibsons !! If you're interested in commissioning me as well, here's my sheet!

Eustass Kid has a plethora of issues, that much is obvious even to those who only know him by name and face on his wanted poster. His reputation precedes him, always did – Once as the violent rookie with a trigger temper and sharp tongue who carried the biggest bounty between the supernovas, leaving a bloody trail of civilian deaths in his wake. Then as one of the pirates who defeated an emperor of the sea during the raid on Onigashima, either way, Eustass Kid has always been known for being bad news. Some would argue that he put the ‘worst’ in worst generation.

But out of all the issues Kid has going on, the most obvious has to be his possessiveness. Eustass has a nasty jealous streak over his things and over his people. Much like a kid who had never been taught to and therefore hates the concept of having to share ��� what's mine is mine, what's yours is yours. Kid doesn't see the problem in being a little cautious, especially over his girlfriend, Vera. Men out there are nasty, he knows it better than anyone, is it really that much of a crime to not want some slimy pig to get all touchy with his girl? No, no he doesn't think so.

And Eustass makes his thoughts well known when his fingers dig sharply on the meat of Vera's arm in a steel grip as he drags her back to Victoria Punk grumbling and cursing under his breath. Vera's voice serves merely as background noise to the enraged man, complaints over the harshness of his touch and pleads to let her explain the situation fallen on deaf ears, those that were flushed a bright red at the tips – something that happened when Eustass got worked up, the flush only grew when pointed out as he got even more worked up with the addition of embarrassment. Vera kept her face covered with her free hand as they made their way back to Victoria, out of shame from the scene her boyfriend caused – the offenses being a destroyed vendor's stand and said vendor collapsed on the ground, cradling his bloodied face – and mouthed timid “I'm sorry's” to the townsfolk that caught her gaze.

Upon reaching the ship, Eustass threw the door of his quarters open with such force that the walls shook from the brutal blow. He was not at all softer to close it, either, the windows vibrated in protest when it was slammed shut. And Vera was pushed to stand in the middle of the room as Eustass leaned back against the door, arms crossed and nostrils flared, a grotesque scowl twisting his handsome features.

“Are ya fuckin’ stupid? Seriously, tell me– ‘cause you gotta be fuckin’ with me” Kid spat, his lips twisting in a snarl – it's a rethroical question, obviously. His clenched jaw and the bulging vein in his forehead indicate it very clearly. “Ain't no way you're that fuckin’ dumb!”

Vera alerts her gaze to a random point of the room, looking for anything interesting enough so she can focus her attention on – to escape from the oppressive weight of those burning irises. “... You got it all wrong,” Vera sighed, mentally chastising herself for sounding so meek. At least she found something to focus on, the scraps of metal Eustass has the nasty habit of leaving around at random, she gives him maybe until the end of the day before he trips on one of the piles. “The– The vendor was just being polite! And there was no need to break his stand or his nose! You overreac–”

“Am I, Vera? AM I?” Kid raised his voice, gesturing wildly at himself to further emphasize his questioning – smiling exasperatedly, running his hand through face and up to his hair, combing it back with his fingers. He was always so expressive, even more so when frustrated and angry, and in this case, jealous. “He was just being politeee-n!” Kid mockingly imitates the sound of Vera's voice, high pitched and grating in a poor attempt to recreate her soft tone, she scowls at the childish display. His mocking grin falls back in that enraged snarl, like the flip of a switch. “Yer always givin’ me that bullshit, no one ever flirts with ya– NOOO, ‘COURSE NOT! WHY WOULD THEY? I'm always overreacting! Right?!”

Vera huffs and rolls her eyes, stepping back to sit on their shared bed. Scowling up at the red haired man with her arms firmly crossed over her chest, she watched silently as he worked himself up over nothing. Childish, embarrassing, even. A whopping 6 foot and 9 inches worth of a whole – not quite, maybe ¾, disregarding the arm – grown ass man throwing a tantrum over petty jealousy.

“What?” He growled, face darkening and a dangerous glint shining in his eyes, menace hanging in the air “Why t’fuck are ya staring at me like that?”

Vera kept her mouth shut, crossing one leg over the other as her foot tapped impatiently against the floor, she looked at her empty wrist in a mocking imitation of how one would check their watch and then glanced back at the man, clear exasperation in her features. Are you done?

“Yer gonna be like that, huh?” Eustass clicks his tongue, kisses his teeth, a small huff leaving his mouth – expressive, noisy, overwhelming – the way he holds himself reflecting perfectly on all of his actions and general approach to life. The way his face momentarily falls into a mask of indifference was almost convincing, the calm before the storm, Vera knew him too well to think that he was done. “Fine, great. Fuckin’ awesome.”

Vera gave him the shoulders, looking straight at the wall, was she lowering herself to his level by offering the silent treatment? Maybe, was it just as childish? Yeah, definitely. But still, this was far from the first and definitely not even close to the last time Kid pulled a stunt like that. It was upsetting to have all of her interactions with strangers seen with malicious eyes – she was just friendly, what's so wrong with that?

Vera's thoughts were cut short when Kid took a large fistful of her dark curls, forcefully turning her head to face him again– and the first thing in her field of vision was his cock, thick and flushed pink, adorned by a ladder of golden piercings that followed the curve of his shaft, throbbing along with the fast beat of his heart.

“Y'Don't wanna talk to me? Fine,” he growled, a smug sneer tugging at his lips at Vera's immediate flustered reaction. He bucked his hips slightly, making the tip bump against the plush of her bottom lip, a small trail of precum left behind. “Talk to this cock, then”

Might as well, right?

Vera opened her mouth only partially, feeling cheeky. She didn't want to be too eager and comply with his demands right away, she was still angry at him, dammit! – even though the sight alone was enough to send a wave of pleasure running down her spine and made her momentarily forget what she was even mad about. Eustass was having none of it, sticking the rough pad of his thumb past her lips, he forced it open by pressing firmly against the roof of her mouth. Immediately sticking his cock inside the moment she gave him room for it.

“That's it, brat” Kid hissed, a mean smirk on his face as he used her throat as a free use sleeve. The little choked gargles and the enclosing warmth of her throat constricting around his dick made Kid suck his bottom lip between his teeth, “That's the best thing that pretty trap o’ ya's can do”

Eustass had an iron grip on Vera's head – fingers interlocked within the thick curls, he bullied his shaft into the wet cavern of her throat carelessly, his piercings making a soft clink! clink! Whenever they scraped over her teeth. His nostrils flare and a shuddered curse forces its way out of his throat when Vera hollows her cheeks and takes his shaft into her hand – jerking it once just to make his tip peek out from the foreskin, her tongue swiping over the slit to collect the pearls of precum forming on it. Kid's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuckkkk, I love that slutty mouth–” He groaned, tossing his head back at a particularly hard suckle on his tip, he had half a mind to pursue his lips before a whimper could come out. “Fuckin’ minx” He growled, taking his hand off her scalp to harshly pinch her nose – cutting of her air supply. Eustass slammed his dick into the back of her throat a few more times until fat tears formed on those pretty eyes and her hands went to grab his thighs, nails digging at his tensed muscles. With a devious smirk, Kid pushed her off his dick and into the bed with a hard shove to her forehead.

Gasping for air, Vera barely had time to reconnect with her surroundings before Kid was on her again. Pinning her body down and laying in between her legs, forcing them to spread wide open to accommodate the width of his waist – taking both her wrists into one hand, he trapped her hands in front of her body. Kid kissed her with the hunger of a man who haven't had a meal in months, licking into her mouth and tasting himself on her tongue, sucking and biting on her lips until they swelled and bruised, a thin line of spit connected their mouths when he pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers and growling darkly against her lips.

“Repel.”

Vera's thighs snapped open and she couldn't move her wrists– how?! She looked down, startled, blinking at the newfound metal restraints – a spreader bar digging into the supple skin of her thighs, with a chain connecting to the improvised handcuffs around her wrists, from the scraps on the floor, of course.

“Be a darlin’ and stay ‘ere,” Kid winked, delivering a swift spank to Vera's still clothed pussy. Laughing when her legs twitched against the restraints and whined, such a bully. “Not like ya’ can go anywhere else” He scoffed, giving her body one last, appreciative once over before tucking his dick back into his pants and exiting the room. Leaving her there in that vulnerable position.

It didn't take too long before Eustass came back with a familiar figure by his side, Killer. Vera couldn't help but flush bright red at being under the gaze of the two men – even though Killer was no stranger inside their bedroom, in fact, he was familiar to the point of not even being considered a simple guest anymore. The blonde smirked knowingly at her when he took notice of her flustered look.

“Is he being too hard on you, pretty girl?” Killer rasped on that low, rough tone of his. And Vera felt her bottoms getting more ruined by the second – the fabric damp with her dripping arousal.

“Too hard on ‘er my ass” Kid retorted, his lips drew back into a snarl. Nodding his chin at Vera's direction, they walked further into the room – Killer locking the door behind him as they came to stand over the bed, looming over Vera. “Sluts like ‘er aren't satisfied with just one man”

“That true, pretty?” Killer asked, a mean grin spreading over his face as he cocked his head down at her. Vera pouted, batting her eyelashes innocently at the blonde. “No, you're not a slut, pretty girl. I know you aren't–”

Killer's knee dipped on the mattress next to her head, cradling her neck softly as he sat down and eased her head to lay on his lap, teasingly close to the hardened bulge in his pants. Kid followed his lead, kneeling in between Vera's spread thighs – she gasped loudly as the redhead ripped at her bottoms, the thin fabric dangling in slashed pieces over her hips as her cunt was exposed, the candidly messy scenery of her spread legs and glistening core had Kid hungrily licking his lips at her.

“– But we know you love being fucked like one”

[gayliketheancients]

I NEED HELP FROM A MARAUDERS FAN (or many idk man)

okay, cool, Hello & thank you. Now that I have your attention. I need someone to read the first chapter of my marauders fic. it is Canon complaint and follows our babies from day one of school all the way through. There is a sequel planned for Harry's era.

This WIP is over 80k(mostly the war), but the 1st chapter is the hardest for me to write of anything. The outline is DONE. I have many scenes done. But that FIRST FUCKIN CHAPTER, MAN. I have over 70 chapters planned, and this one makes me the most nervous.

Heres the plan: Wolfstar, Jegulus, Jily, Dorlene, Rosekiller, Bartylus, etc etc. The plan is to start posting in September, and this work is PAINFUL. Big ouches everywhere. I need a volunteer to read and give feedback.

someone. help. be the volunteer for pain. I'll give you a gold star 🌟 & all my love

[descendantofthesparrow]

Brutally honest thoughts on each character?

...*Each* character???? bruh thats so many, okay ill keep this short cuz im waiting for a haircut rn

well start with the vks cuz thats easy

Mal-started off strong and then just became...THE WORST, love hate relationship for her. shes my art block fix but also i hate her

Jay-i dont have strong opinions on him, he actually never stuck out to me other than 'obligatory jock dude of the friend group.' i wish i liked him more but im more attached to his fandom self over canon Jay

Evie-got boring after D1, i wish they let her keep her chemistry stuff, love her vibe but shes kinda boring to me. SHOULD'VE BEEN THE MC OVER MAL!!

Carlos- lots of lost potential with his tech stuff from the first book and movie. easily could've been an engineer or inventor but they just made him an animal lover and i got bored of that real quick.

Uma-my queen, my idol, can do no wrong i love her so much i WILL kill for her.

Harry-i love his dumbass so much YALL DONY EVEN KNOW I WANNA BITE HIM SO BAD

Gil-one of the few characters i felt actually...grew up? idk but hes one of the few characters were it actually feels like time passed for.

Dizzy-oooooooh honey, honey honey, sunshine baby, please, put the glue gun down.

Celia- they should've gone with her trailer persona. Her outfits are so bad and i wish she got better writing and designs, so much lost potential, also she should've been Jays pick.

Smee twins- why the fuck are they even here they had one line and no significance. also they should've had a Harry scene.

Aks

Ben-puppy boy, deserved to have doberman energy. got turned into a doormat by the writers and is unfairly hated.

Audrey-bitch queen, shes not a nice person and thats okay~ girlboss.

Chad- should've been the D3 villan they had that all set up in D2 with his weird ass attitude over Ben getting kidnapped on the isle.

Doug -....honestly gives me the ick, especially in D3, i HATE the long hair his actor had/has. gold is NOT his color and neither is pastel purple or green. he looked good in D1 but ICK for 2 and 3.

Jane- bby gurl, blue bird sweetheart. yeah she did some fucked up shit in D1 but she was an insecure 14 year old girl who got manipulated by Mal and other aks!!!

Lonnie- deserved so much better, shes Chinese why is she getting Japanese style stuff?!?! her plot in D2 didnt even do anything it just happened and no one cared and Jay just shoved his problems of girls playing roar onto her.

Beast- *inhale* i wanna kick his ass, and i could, lemme at him. how dare he force an entire kingdom on Ben at 16 when he didnt become king when he was 28(when he married Belle)

Belle- they took away her backbone, shes not Disney princess book worm and independent Belle. she just, lost the spark

FG- they turned her into a preschool teacher, GIVE ME MY OL COOKY FAIRY LADY BACK

Leah- *seething rage*

vk parents

Maleficent- fuckin love her, shes such a manipulative bitch and feels like a gone crazy version of a Maleficent made for kids. def not the mistress of all Evil but i love her nonetheless

EQ- shouldve been the head villain, SHE WAS THE FIRST DISNEY VILLAIN CMON! def not the same character from the animated movie but shes dramatic and sassy and i adore her.

Jafar- haha funny characature~ i wish he was more menacing like he had been. Jafar is not one of my fav villains so descendants jafar didnt exactly translate for me well.

Cruella- yeah they nailed her, no complaints about her. good design, good dialogue, good acting.

Hades- LEMME KICK HIS DEAD BEAT ASS, fucking 'daddy issues made you stronger' my butt. i hate his hair and honestly he doesnt fit the washed up punk design, he didnt deserve the speech at the end and didnt deserve to be forgiven by Mal.

Ursula- we only saw her tentacle and one line but she seemed spot on so yeah

Lady Tremaine- why the fuck was she nice in D3??? bitch is the EVIL stepmother.

Smee- spot on, i have words for his sons designs becuaee hes old not naturally white haired but hes chill, makes sense hed be a good parent, he never felt evil to me, just compliant

Facilier- such a vibe, his actor got him spot on, would've changed up his suit design but hes chill and i can see him being a family man(ignoring wicked world).